Revenge Cycle Novels & Stories

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

He wouldn't show it, but he was genuinely curious. "I hold my beliefs. My kind hold another. They love exacting revenge, as you can see. Even if "revenge" is a questionable word for it." Lucifer placed his foot on Cytus's throat. "I'll give you the honor of last words, since you killed Azriel." "I hope I meet him in the next cycle. I would love to kill him again." Cytus smiled. Lucifer sneered as he snapped Cytus's neck. 'If there's any mercy in this universe, there won't be a next cycle.'

For the first time since I had embarked on my quest for revenge, I felt as though I was reclaiming my power not just as a businesswoman but as a woman who had lost so much yet had emerged stronger. As we laid out a plan to counter Andre’s potential attacks, I felt hope flooding back into my veins like warmth chasing away the chill of winter. We made a pact to confront our pasts and our enemies together, meticulously drawing up strategies and formulating defenses against the lurking threat. In that moment, as we began to weave our dreams and ambitions into a realistic fabric, I realized that revenge wasn’t just about destruction; it was also about building anew brick by brick, layer by layer.

All of them victims of a cycle of violence that had spun for generations. "Do you see?" I asked quietly. "Every one of you has a story. Every one of you has grief. If we allow that grief to dictate our actions, this never ends. You kill him for his brother. His packmate kills you in revenge. Your family kills that packmate. And on and on until there is no one left to mourn." The Lycan who had started the confrontation looked at me with hollow eyes. "What else is there? He took my brother. That debt must be paid."

But that seemed like an impossible dream these past few days. Perhaps the nightmares were a sign from the universe, a warning that the cycle of revenge I had started would soon come to a head. I had spent the last eight years plotting and planning my retribution against Dalisay and her mother, the people who had caused the accident that had almost ended my life.

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling

This was someone wound too tight, someone being pushed toward something dangerous. Rob’s tone softened, but it was firm. “Revenge isn’t going to fix anything, Vince. It never does. It only creates a loop you can’t get out of. It drags you in, then drags the next person, and the next, until nobody remembers what they were even fighting for.” Vince swallowed, jaw clenched. His mind wasn’t calm enough to hear the reason. Veronica’s voice was still loud in his head. His father’s death was still fresh and his pride was bruised and his anger was hungry.

I slide in. Pulse finally slows. But the fracture remains. And tomorrow night, I go back. Because for me, revenge isn’t just about the knife anymore. It’s the slow bleed of his obsession. And I’m going to make him bleed first.