Revenge Cycle Novels & Stories

Renee muttered in a low voice. There was a sense of gratitude Renee felt when she was still given a chance to live. That's because Renee still wants to carry out her revenge. Renee will not be willing to die just like that before she avenges her revenge that has been hidden for so long from Robin and his family. The resentment was so firmly embedded in Renee's heart that it could not just disappear. A vengeance filled with great hatred Renee felt so strongly in her heart that she had to rise and avenge it perfectly.

She would not allow herself to keep bearing the pain any longer until she avenges her father’s death. The sense of injustice and the desire for retribution ignited a fire within her, propelling her forward. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, fraught with danger and heartache, but she couldn't allow herself to falter.Athena's hurt fueled her determination for revenge, but she was aware that revenge alone would not heal her wounds. She needed to find a way to reconcile her pain and her thirst for justice. As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional.

"Do you?" He considered. "I think cycles of revenge are what got us all here. Someone hurts us, we hurt them back, they hurt us worse, we retaliate again. Eventually nobody remembers who started it, just that the other side is evil and must be destroyed." He met her eyes. "Maybe someone needs to break the cycle. Even if it's hard." Relief flooded through her. "You don't think I'm crazy." "I think you're trying to survive in an impossible situation." Levi stood, offering his hand again. "Come on. We should tell your mother about your progress. She'll want to know."

“Why aren’t you mad at him? It’s freaking me out a bit.” I pull her lip between mine and release it with a pop. “Revenge is exhausting, El.” As someone who spent most part of his life planning revenge, I know how it works. You have to always be a step ahead of your opponent. It’s a continuous, vicious cycle that often ends in tears. “I am tired, same with him.” Vincent has to be tired, if he’s not, then he is on his own. “It’s no use punishing him again. I’m relieved.” “I’m relieved too.” She plants a kiss on my nose. “I think it might take a while for me to adjust...”

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

At the man who had hidden me, denied me, used me when convenient, and then discarded me when inconvenient. No. He never even used me because he never needed me. “I stopped being your daughter the day you decided I was a mistake— which was the day I was born,” I replied. His breath hitched again, panic flashing in his fading eyes. “Revna… please.” The plea echoed oddly in the stone walls. I straightened. This was not revenge. Revenge is emotional. Messy. This was correction. I drew my blade. The sound of steel sliding free was quiet. Intimate.

my father gently asked. “I think that it would be too upsetting for you to hear. I can see how upset you already are about this. I want this to be a happy occasion for us. I just found you, and all I want to do right now is get to know you. I don’t want to rehash what I experienced at Stone Fall. I’m also a little tired. I didn’t get much sleep after what happened last night. I just want to train and get stronger, so I can get my revenge,” I answered.

“Freeze!” The police shouted, then looked around and asked, “Is East Sun Tower yours?” Thomas nodded desperately. “Yes. Did something happen?” “Yes. It’s gone.” “Clang!” Thomas collapsed to the ground, his eyes empty, tears streaming down his face. “You b*st*rd! I’ll make you pay for this!” Maya showed no restraint in her murderous intent after hearing the confirmation. “What goes around comes around. Do you really think you’re smarter than everyone else?”

"But thankfully, it's not a conversation we have to have. You're here, she's here, and the cycle is broken." "Is it, though?" Lisa asked. "Really? Because it feels like every time we think we've found peace, someone else emerges to continue the violence." Ethan was quiet for a long moment, clearly choosing his words carefully. "I think breaking cycles isn't a one-time event," he said finally. "I think it's a choice we make over and over again, every day, in how we respond to pain and fear and the desire for revenge. Tonight, you chose truth over deflection, accountability over excuses, courage over hiding. That's what breaks cycles—not grand gestures, but daily choices to be better than the

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.