Revenge Novels & Stories

“If you hurt them, I swear to God, I’ll break every damn bone in your body.” Reuben laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. “You think you can scare me, Caden? You think you can intimidate me?” He looked back at Ronan, then at me. “None of you understand. This was never about the damn kids. This was never about anything but me and my revenge. I’m going to make you all pay. Every single one of you.” A chill ran down my spine, but I refused to back down. “You’ll never win, Reuben. Not like this. Not when you’ve already lost everything that mattered. You can’t even see it, can you?”

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

He narrowed his eyes: "Sam, step aside." "I won't." I felt a soreness in my throat, choking out the words: "Kent I want revenge against Leila, and you think I'm disgusting, right? So by your point of view, I should be a saint, not resent her for all the harm she had done to me before, and even be kind to her?" He looked very agitated by my rebuttal, his face becoming even darker: "I didn't say that, Sam, There are countless ways to retaliate; please don't choose the most base one. She just beat you up. You could simply hit her back. Why resort to such despicable means?"

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 for

“If I were in your place, I would have a breakdown like you first so that I can get every ounce of feelings for those people out of my chest, and then the next day, I would come back stronger than ever and plan a revenge. I would make sure they pay back ten times more than what they did to me.” “Revenge? You really would take revenge?” I asked curiously. He shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? Those who mess with me, get their lives messed up in return. I believe in tit-for-tat.” “You are right,” I muttered under my breath as I nodded, a fire of vengeance burning within me.

For that reason, I press through the hours of the day and night until she returns. Revenge, on the other hand, is a gift. Something to distract me with. I want to make sure he suffers because of what he did to my mate. It’s a little pot kettle for sure, but I’m going to take every ounce of shame I feel about my situation and punish him for it.

I stumbled back, my legs shaky and useless, trying not to be overcome by panic. The sound of gunfire echoed through the pier, each shot louder than the last. Both moved with deadly precision, dodging and firing without hesitation, as if pure rage guided them. Every time Masato pulled the trigger, his face lit up with pure hatred. Thomas responded with equal fervor, both blinded by the need for vengeance.

he walked towards her, making her realise she spoke the words out aloud, his reply confused her even more leaving her frustrated with no answers “Revenge.” “It can turn the most righteous man to the villain, it can ruin lives just like I will ruin yours, darling.”

Then again, it is not possible because by now, Summer could have picked that up. "Revenge Wolfie. Revenge is my driving force. The faces of each one of them are engraved on my soul. My only purpose is to inflict a pain a thousandfold more than they ever inflicted on me before I kill them. I want to break them beyond repair. I want all of them to beg for death but I will not grant it to them. Their deaths will be slow and agonizingly painful. And I will be the one to send them back to the depth of hell where they belong."