Rebirth Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Then the contract expires, and I can burn this cage to the ground. Suddenly, the black glass screen on the terminal flickered. A red alert banner slashed across the blue interface, pulsing with a silent rhythm. [INTRUSION DETECTED: UNFAIR ACCESS ATTEMPT] [LOCATION: VANCE ENTERPRISES CENTRAL SERVER - ZURICH] [USER: EXECUTIVE LEVEL CLEARANCE] My breath stopped. Someone inside Vance Enterprises was currently trying to bypass the Kael Syndicate's freeze order using a stolen master key code, a code that only two people in the world possessed.

​I didn't give a damn about their empty, pathetic threats. ​In my first life, I had died because I was pathetic. I had died because I foolishly trusted the hollow kindness of others, paralyzed by a naive, suffocating fear. But now? I was a cold-blooded tactician reborn from the very depths of hell itself. I had clawed my way back to life for one reason only: vengeance. I would never again allow a single soul, or any twisted trial system, to look down on my existence. ​Suddenly, a massive, burning-hot hand clamped around my waist from behind, gripping me with a brutal, terrifying possessiveness.

“Yeah, we can do that. Do you want to do that now?” I didn’t respond. He started walking towards the torch. I watched him, confused. “What are you doing?” He looked at me innocently. “We will burn them to the ground just like what you wanted,” Don’t kill him, Mireya. Don’t kill him. I keep on reminding myself over and over again. I shouldn’t kill this asshole. He was the reason I was reborn. I somehow owe my life to him. “You have no plan of avenging your mother?”

She had been reborn once in silence. This time, she would be reborn in vengeance

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

My claws effortlessly tear through their necks, and their useless bodies drop on the ground, unmoving. I approach the stupefied council and as if they just realized what is happening, they instantly shift and start to flee. Bunch of cowards. I grab the doctor who isn't fast enough and the two stupid old women. After tearing their bodies to an unrecognizable heap of flesh, I lift my head and release a loud, threatening howl. Fuck, this feels amazing. I feel stronger. Ferce. Vengeance. I will make them pay for what they just did. What they did to my mum. I won't be helpless anymore. I will not let them put me in that position again.

“You need me.” Dante’s gaze turned even sharper. Because he hated the fact that it was true. Without money. Without a place to stay. Without connections. Dante had very few choices left now. “Listen to me carefully,” Victor continued calmly. “If you keep moving based on emotion… you’ll lose before you ever touch Darius.” Dante looked back at Aurora’s photo on the laptop screen. And the chaos inside his chest stirred violently again. “I don’t care anymore.” “That’s your problem.” Victor’s voice lowered. “You’re too busy chasing Aurora that you forgot who your real enemy is.”

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.

I had burned the villa and burned alongside it, my hands tightly embracing my daughter’s ashes… And yet, here I was, in the pack hall, kneeling in front of the elders, as I was taken back to the day that had to be the beginning of my undoing, 9 years ago. Their conversation was too distinct for it to be a memory. My knees hurt because of the shards digging into the skin of my knees, but it was the best grounding feeling ever. This wasn’t a dream or a life flashback. This was real. Too real for it to be a figment of my imagination. Heavens, I could not believe my luck... I had not even dared to make such a wish. My reborn was as unexpected as it was welcome. This could be my chance. My chance

I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out I wasn't just showing signs of early menopause; I also had diabetes and high blood pressure. Marcus not only mocked my appearance but also openly brought other women to the villa for the night. I was so furious that I had a stroke and collapsed, begging him to take me to the hospital. Without sparing me a glance, he walked straight into our bedroom with the woman he'd brought home. By the time someone found me the next day, it was too late. I died on the way to the hospital. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I was determined to uncover the cause and never let history repeat itself.