Revenge Of Night Novels & Stories

Raven didn’t let him hug her,she kept her distance. Smart girl. But her voice cracked when she said his name. Even smarter boy, if he noticed. I walked out onto the balcony that night and watched the stars. It was too clear. The kind of night that feels staged. Like peace was faking it. I lit a cigarette I didn’t want. Just something to do with my hands. This war we were walking into wasn’t about the Bishop anymore. Not really. It was about memory,identity and revenge. Always revenge. Like blood gravity pulling us back into orbits we thought we escaped.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.

According to the guards, she often woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She would call out my name over and over, begging for forgiveness that would never come. "I'm sorry, Aria! I didn't mean for you to die! Please forgive me!" But her cries echoed only off cold prison walls. Back at the foundation ceremony, Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean. The setting sun painted the water gold and orange, creating a beautiful backdrop for this moment of triumph. He raised his champagne glass toward the endless horizon, a peaceful smile on his face.

The night before our engagement party, my fiancé's childhood sweetheart, Sabrina Payton, told me she had a special bridal surprise planned for me. She lured me into the glass conservatory on the hotel rooftop, locked the doors from the outside, and turned on every sprinkler. It was December, and a storm was raging outside. Freezing water poured down on me while I stood trapped inside a room made entirely of glass. The guests held up their phones downstairs, filming as I stood there soaked and shivering. She smiled at me, looking sweet and innocent despite the cruelty shining in her eyes. "Doesn't Melanie love acting like she's above everyone else? Let's see what she looks like when she'

Callan's POV I should have been satisfied. She lay beside me with her hair damp against the pillow and her skin flushed, and every rational part of me said this was the plan. A deal. Revenge, tidy and mutual. I had made a career out of never wanting anything I couldn't walk away from. Then her phone buzzed on the floor, and Alyssa reached for it. "I should check," she murmured, sliding to the edge of the bed. She picked it up. Corin's name glowed on the screen. Her thumb hovered over it.

She turned and looked down at Renee with a smirk before she said, “Are you done?” “No, I’m not done bitch. The second my wolf heals me. I’m going to break your ankle, so you know exactly how this felt. I’m going to make sure you suffer before I kill you. Oh, and just to be clear here, since you’ll already be dead. I’m going to take your mate after you die,” Renee screeched out. “Wishful thinking, Renee. I can promise you that the only people who will be dying tonight are you, your sister, and those two warriors over there. But before I finish you off. Tell me, did anyone help you tonight?” Eva asked.

I was empty; a shell. As the clock ticked the grief in me turned into anger. I wanted revenge. My parents would not be killed in vain. There was no way that I would let Arrigo get away with this. Tonight, Arrigo pays for his sins. Tonight, I will have no mercy. Tonight, Arrigo dies. ~~~