Most Vengeful Zodiac Signs Novels & Stories

“Exactly. They’re our natural enemies. Always have been. There’s an old rivalry there, older than either of us could comprehend. Every now and then, there’s an attack, sometimes small, sometimes not. They’re opportunists.” Aria frowned. “And the werewolves? You all get along with each other, right?” Kieran gave her a look that was almost amused. “No, Velari. Wolves are territorial. It’s in our nature to want to be the strongest, within our own pack and compared to other packs. There are wolves all over the world, but we fight among ourselves for dominance, authority, resources. Black Moon is… generally considered the strongest pack in the world. Which makes us a target.”

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

their eyes glowed red with anger and resentment. "Murderer!" "Bitch!" "Traitor!" Insult after insult hit me in torrents and I couldn't understand what this was all about. "What's going on? Uncuff me right now. Where is my father?" I ordered and asked at the same time. I was an Alpha-born, how dare they insult me like that.

Anderson was quick to recover from her loss. To her, it is always business, reputation and money. Nothing else matters to her. She rarely smile and never laugh, except sarcastic laughs though. Rumour has it that she came from nothing. She has had nothing to lose for so long and now that she is at the top, there is absolutely nothing she can't do to get rid of any threat to what she wants. Some people call her female Pharaoh and some people admire how independent she is and how calm she handles every situation.

She was mine to safeguard, immediately she signed the fucking contract with me and this vile excuse for a man had dared to defile her. My fists clenched so hard that my nails bit into my palms, drawing blood. I felt my eyes shift—my wolf rising to the surface, demanding retribution. The need to punish Leon consumed me, drowning out any rational thought. He would pay for his actions, and I would ensure his suffering was a thousand times worse than what he had inflicted upon Sylvia. The dark, vengeful side of me—the side I kept locked away—had been set free, and there would be no mercy for the fool who had awakened it.

She is from the Blood Moon Pack. I only know the rumors of the Blood Moon Pack. Their reputation is that of being vengeful and merciless. They are trained to fight fiercely and show no mercy. They do not care who they kill as long as they kill. It made me feel disgusted when my dad told me about the Blood Moon Pack. I felt they were practically rogues. But part of a pack. But they could just be rumors, and I hated rumors.

I couldn't ignore the ominous feeling that the outcome would be far from favourable. As I reflected on the unfolding events, the truth became clear—I could see the disaster looming ahead. My fears intensified, especially with Chester and his ruthless ways in the picture. Among vampires, he was the cruellest, driven not only by bloodlust but also by a thirst for power and manipulation. He held dominion over his coven, reigning above all others, and his life revolved around enforcing his rule.

He or she shall receive triple of Caroline's current situation and suffering. Wolfsbane's shall outurn their meal!!. I growl more. My negative emotions return. My every rage, hatred and desipse forcefully return. They return as a powerful possessive spirit into me They return and easily acquire control over me and my body. I battle not the emotions. It's highly needed. I need it to track Caroline's poisoner. I also need be brutal amidst revenge exertion. My soft sympathetic alpha side need not be present amidst revenge exertion. My killer instinct alone is needed.

I clenched my fists tightly and hit the table until the wood splinters pierced my palms. I carried a grudge in my heart for all that time, deeply embedded. I was so happy when I found out Selene was pregnant when she came to our world. I made the mistake of being deceived by the werewolves’ camouflage while Selene was giving birth that night. The werewolves are stronger when united. I, as the Sanguine Shadows’ high leader, vow to make the vampires’ existence above them again. Along with the vengeance I will avenge, I will find a thousand ways to kill that woman with my own hands.

I begin seething with anger, feeling my body shake violently as I try to contain myself. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!" I raise my voice, taking a step closer to him just as Octavius steps forward as well, grabbing hold of me and trying to keep me at bay. But even as he holds onto me, I find my rage continuing to simmer, and as it does... I can't help but wonder if Victor might actually be right... Lycans are impulsive, unable to control their emotions, their anger, and that sometimes leads to scores of people being killed. People were afraid of them and felt justified in their genocide... doesn't mean they were right...