Naruto Revenge On Konoha Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Now, someone did make mention of the actual hello kitty's revenge sequel?" "Aww, come here, Suarez!!!" I said and hugged him. He embraced me tightly. "I take it that we get the actual revenge sequel?" He asked me. "Yup. And more. We have fun." I responded as I thought of the thrill that would come from clamping down on my husband's mistress, Hailey.

Like nurturing a flower to bloom, giving him that satisfied Alpha feeling. But brother, why would I let you have that pleasure? "What will you do now, brother? Your little angel couldn't finish her demonstration, your plot to cripple me is exposed, and she'll never get into the Academy." I remembered something else: "Oh right, your accomplice Daniel is still bleeding out in the training building. Maybe send a healer for him?" I laughed until my wounds screamed, face twisting in pain. In his eyes, I saw my reflection. Mad with revenge.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Even if I wasn't sure of how I felt about him, he was a nice guy and for the first time, I really wanted to experience what genuine love was, but I could not bring myself to do it. 'I'm sorry, Knox. But I can't' Even after several hours, the pain in his eyes when I rejected him, was still living rent-free in my head, leaving me with nothing but guilt each time I thought about it. But then, I was given another chance to live for reason, and even if finding true love was going to be amongst that, getting my revenge should be my top priority, so I could not allow myself to get distracted. I took the bus today instead of a cab.

I could see the gears turning in his mind, as if he was calculating the next move, trying to figure out how he fit into this puzzle of revenge I was laying out. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, since you’ve made up your mind about this revenge thing,” he said, his voice calm, but I could sense the weight behind his words. “Do you have a plan to accomplish it, or are we flying blind here?” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I have a plan… sort of,” I admitted, biting my lip. “Before I was reborn, the Moon Goddess told me a few things. She gave me some guidance, a path to follow.”

“For what it may be worth, I know you were looking forward to that baby... Your mother lost our first child because her sister got jealous and beat her senseless which caused her to miscarry your older brother. So, I can understand how you feel right now. I promise I will make good on your desire for revenge.” “I hate him. If I see him again, father, I won’t hesitate to kill him again if he’s alone despite your punishment. Brother or not- I can’t forgive this attack on her or my son!” Conor hissed still shaking with rage. He turned away and headed back to help Bart and Joanne.

make you strong. My heart hammered, memories crashing in—flames at Blackridge, screams echoing through the night, blood on the snow. I'd buried it deep, but here it was, clawing up. 'You did this to me? For revenge?' Rage boiled, but underneath was grief, raw and choking. Ronan edged closer, his hand twitching toward the knife at his belt, but I shot him a glare. 'Stay back, Ronan. This is family shit.'

Before this ice that protects her pierces her through, and leaves nothing human behind. My revenge, if I have one, will not be against them. It will be for her. To try, beneath the black silk armor and the crown of hatred, to find the sister I barely knew, and whom I see losing herself in a triumph that tastes of ash. And to unravel the mystery of the man who stands at her side, whose gaze, even from afar, burns with the intensity of one who has found what he was seeking. ---

Finally, he slammed the folder shut and shot to his feet. "Bastards! This is absolutely inhuman!" he roared. "How could they do this to their own daughter?" His eyes blazed with righteous anger. "That girl had more talent in her little finger than most healers have in their whole body! Alpha Blackthorne, you have my word. I'll help get justice for Ms. Blackwood!" He began pacing around the office like an enraged wolf. "I hereby announce that my pack is unilaterally terminating all partnerships with Moonlight Healing Studio!"

He would try to hit back as hard as possible once I no longer had leverage. He might act like a Buddhist prince, always carrying himself with grace and magnanimity, spreading mercy and care, but I knew him better than than the masquerade the others see. Zayden was no buddha. He won't attack you for no reason, but his revenge was always bloody. Especially when he was pushed too far. I exhaled, choosing to keep silent. I will just watch and wait, and see how he wants to come at me. “Ronan, this isn't over yet. I will make you pay for what happened today.” He stripped his shorts and changed into a set of tracksuit.