Revenge Cycle Novels & Stories

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

I nodded my thanks, or maybe just grunted, lost in the labyrinth of my self-pity, my anger, my all-consuming obsession. She wouldn’t even give me a chance. Not even a goddamn response. After everything I’d done for her, after baring my soul, after crawling back to her on my knees, begging for forgiveness, for another chance. Nothing. The injustice of it, the sheer, brutal unfairness, fueled the fire within me, twisting the grief, the regret, the self-pity, into something darker, something more dangerous. Revenge. The thought, cold and sharp, solidified in my mind, a chilling purpose cutting through the whiskey-induced haze. If I couldn't have her love, her forgiveness, her… acceptance, then

“I had never even talked to Wick Webster before that night. Why are we even discussing him, anyway? I’m here to talk about what you did.” “I’m serious, Haven.” Gripping my arm hard, he pulled me close and peered deeply into my eyes. “Don’t trust him. The prick hates me with a passion you can’t believe. He would love nothing more than to get the ultimate revenge against me. Like fucking you behind my back.” “Revenge?” I repeated softly as the hairs rose on the back of my neck. Funny how he’d use that word. Then I shook my head. “Revenge for what? What did you do to him that was bad enough to merit his revenge?”

“Would that really make anything better?” Victor’s grin broadened. “Worsen the situation, is it? No. I say, sometimes to vent, to release, revenge is necessary.” Jane shook her head, letting her hair brush against her shoulders. “If I pay every evil with evil, the one who will truly tire is me. I don’t want to live in a cycle of endless retaliation. Spreading more evil accomplishes nothing but that: an unending cycle.” Victor stared at her long enough for it to feel like time had slowed. He couldn’t see, but when curiosity piqued him, he would often fixate, as though he could detect the spot where her heartbeat was loudest, where tension radiated in waves.

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

It's only after the sin is committed that you realize that you have really messed up. There's a point after messing up where you try and figure out if what you did hurt someone else or did they really deserve it. The latter is usually when they're in a vengeful state and you're operating from a space of revenge. Vengeance is like a cycle and it is a vicious cycle that never ends because when somebody does something back to you do something bad to them and when you do something better and they do something bad to you and so on so on so it's like bouncing a ping pong ball on the table tennis top. Vengeance can somehow seem like a fidget spinner. It can be annoying if there's no conflict resol

His eyes locked on mine. Demanding an answer. I search for one. Any answer. But my mind is empty. Because the truth is simple. And terrifying. It doesn’t end. The cycle never ends. Pack kills pack. Vengeance breeds vengeance. Blood answers blood. Forever. Unless.... Someone stops it. Someone breaks the chain. But standing here now… We don’t know how.​

Author's POV "I DON'T CARE! FIND HIM! TRACK HIM! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM JUST DO IT, UNDERSTOOD???" Dylan ended the call as he looked at Josiah who was pacing around the office furiously. "I.. I am sorry buddy! I didn't know he would go to this length to take revenge", But Joshiah wasn't willing to hear any apologies or excuses, he angrily interrupted his sentence. "Ivy is paying for what she knows nothing about. You know this is all your fault Dylan. You told him lies about and now, all he has ever thought of is revenge. A FALSE REVENGE DYLAN! A FALSE REVENGE! Why didn't you tell him the truth?",