Revenge Deepwoken Novels & Stories

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

I repeated, softer this time… but no less firm. He didn’t look at me. For a brief moment, it felt like the world itself had paused—waiting. Then he began to walk. “You can stay the night,” he muttered, pausing just slightly before continuing forward, his back still turned to me. His rogues followed closely behind him. A slow smile spread across my lips as relief washed over me in waves. I was finally going to have my revenge. Draven’s rogue wolves, the very ones under his command had killed my parents in a battle at the borders years ago.

Just the way I liked it. But there was still an itch I couldn’t scratch. The kind that sank deep, an ache gnawing at my insides every time I closed my eyes. Revenge. I’d returned to finish what had started years ago, blood debts left unpaid. I was patient, though. I’d learned to savor it—blood, sweat, and tears from everyone who’d ever dared to cross me.

Duane looked up at the ceiling, pondered for a moment, and then said, “They pulled out all my fingernails and toenails, then beat me up, until I couldn't move anymore, they put me in sacks and throw me into the sea.” Hearing him say that I expressed regret, “Sorry, it was my fault. But you know, I don't deserve that." I knew that being thrown into the sea was only the beginning for him, what followed was far more terrifying. But he has to bear the consequences for what he did, it's not my fault. Duane stared into my eyes, the corners of his eyes red, but I remained calm. I may have inadvertently aroused the anger he had worked so hard to conceal, but that was better than I couldn't justify m

Duvren shouted, looking around, his hands were still blazing with fire, his eyes were still red, he was hungering for death, for the death of someone, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" A voice shouted, coming from the back of Duvren, Duvren felt the breeze of a new energy charging towards him, and he turned, about to strike the werewolf with his bolt of fire, but the werewolf was quite faster than him, as the werewolf struck a dagger in his stomach, the werewolf gave him a grin, Duvren eyeballs widened, the werewolf sure had something in him. With anger, Duvren changed his hands from a blazing fire into a poison dagger, as he struck the dagger deep into the werewolf heart, the werewolf gave a painful gasp, bu

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

“Sir, I know you have lots of questions, I will tell you, but please don't ask me for the name of the man or the family that did this to me.. Sooner or later I will tell you” He nodded, and for about an hour, I narrated everything to him, without mentioning Logan, or his family’s name. I told him about my plans, and how hungry I was to take revenge on the family. “I hope you find your redemption, Ava.. I will take my leave” Lucas stood up to leave but I grabbed his hands. “Please, sir.. Help me out.. I have no one or anywhere to go.. Please help me” he sat down back on the chair, and I saw his eyes lit. ”Revenge is a dangerous game, you might also end up dead, and..”

I held the pup close, my heart racing as I watched the two wolves battle above. Within a heartbeat, Damian’s wolf plummeted. For a fleeting moment, the scene overlapped with a memory in my last life, but this time, he fell alone. He turned slightly to me, muttering, “It’s useless. An Omega’s curse has no power.” I let out a cold, satisfied smile, watching him close his eyes in despair as he tumbled into the abyss below the Sacred Ridge. At last, I felt the weight of my past life lift from my heart. It was he who brought about his own ruin.

Riven followed his gaze and let out a low, bitter smirk. “Her?” he said. “She’s not my type. What would I even do with a mute girl? She’s nothing but a cheap rag I’ll make suffer for the rest of her life. Oh look—” he added coldly, “I found a reason to live: to make others suffer.” Ace fell silent, his thoughts tangled. He didn’t recognize this version of Riven not anymore. This wasn’t supposed to be what revenge looked like. It was supposed to end once Mr. White paid his debts. But now… it had become something darker. Something that was consuming him.

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!"