Revenge Deepwoken Novels & Stories

She sighed exasperatedly and laughed. “You're drunk Kara, you should get some rest.” I put a hand on her shoulder trying to offer some comfort. “That's why I'm going to be different this time. This life must be different.” With that she dozed off. I caught her just in time before she hit the ground and carried her to the bed. Looking at the frail woman sleeping leave on my bed, I made a steely resolve to protect her at all costs. I'm still going to keep my secret from her but whatever it takes, I'll help her get her revenge.

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.

If killing her is going to kill, I am ready for it now. But I am never going to forgive her. Vengeance is so sweet, that if you taste it once, you can never stop it from claiming your heart, soul and body. And I, Cain Reyes - The King of all Werewolves is an addict to Vengeance. I am going to kill Miracle even if it kills me too.

A different kind of stillness settled over the elders. This, they understood. This fit the language they respected: blood, debt, retaliation. "I want revenge," Damian continued, looking from Alaric to the rest of the table. "Not a letter. Not a quiet warning. I want the people who put their hands on my mate and Aurora to understand they touched a Blackwell. If we sit here arguing over a marriage rite while the Varkas still breathe easily in their palace, we are protecting a tradition and abandoning the reason that tradition exists."

Before he could finish, Reva struck. The sky above them cracked open as her magic poured down like a storm. Vines of light wrapped around Daven’s arms and legs, yanking him off his feet, dragging him toward the center of the broken battlefield. The earth beneath him ignited with sacred flame—flame meant to purify corruption. Daven screamed. “You used ancient rites for your own ambition,” Reva said, her voice ringing with power. “You killed your brother. You betrayed your mate. You tore the realms of nature, magic, and kin.”

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

“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..”