Revenge Of Night Novels & Stories

Elena asked, hoping Amber will talk about it over the recording, and she could just give the recording to the Duhamel's, so they can know who is really responsible for Caine and his brothers deaths, and that way she wouldn't have to use deadly means to make sure the Duhamel's don't bother her son. "Yeah, I get rid of anyone who stands in my way, the same way I did with Caine and Isaac Duhamel." Amber said, coldly. Unbeknownst to her, Arthur had just come down the stairs and he heard what she just said. "So is that what you came back for?" Arthur asked, walking towards her and his mom. Arthur's voice startled Amber, and she immediately turned only to him standing behind her, he was disappoint

Kambiri replied with a low voice. "So sorry about that, I know how it feels nothing can ever replace blood, but at least you have us now, stand tall again like a man, together we will rule Vanguard and set ourselves free from bondage" Bella encouraged him. "Revenge is always better, never wanted to rule the Vanguard city, just hoping to get my mother's and father's death revenged, in fact getting revenge for the death of my family," Kambiri said to her. "Who killed them?" Bella asked.

Jason successfully pushed Frank away from him as he stood beside me, reaching for my hand. "Clary? Who's this brat?" Frank was panting hard, making me guess Jason was stronger. "Don't tell me you forget so easily." Jason growled. "Did you forget Taylor Devin?" I saw a flicker of surprise in Frank's eyes, but then he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Now you mention it, I remember you, Taylor's little brat! What were you about to do? Avenge Taylor's death?" "Shouldn't you be thanking your stars you were saved for another day?" Jason said with a wicked smile. They both stared at each other hard, as if ready for battle. I turned back to the kitchen again to see if Antonio was back, but he still

Nothing hurt more than when the player was being played. And, that would have been far from enough if her cheating date was just a random ordinary man. Roxanne knew better to strike so weakly, so she picked the man before her. Lance Laurent, the hottest bachelor in Los Angeles, the heir to Laurent Cop, the strong opponent of Christopher... What's more, Lance was Christopher's stepbrother. Such a choice, would definitely make her revenge taste more delicious. Suddenly a sharp pain from her nipple interrupted her beautiful revenge dream. Lance sucked harshly on her breast as a punishment for being distracted.

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!

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."

It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting. Sitting at her desk, Aurora opened a new document. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she began to draft her next move. The plans she had laid out meticulously for months now needed to adapt to a changing landscape. Her heart, still racing from the adrenaline of her success, now beat with a new rhythm—a rhythm of caution and alertness. Every instinct told her that the game was far from over, and that the real battle had only just begun.

I had just gained their trust. I wasn’t in the high ranks yet but I was climbing, slowly but surely. And when I got high enough, I’d make sure none of them could breathe without asking my permission. But that night… that night wasn’t about power. It was about revenge. I returned to my chamber in the heart of the ruins. The room was lit only by black candles. There were shelves of bones, jars of eyes, and torn pages from forbidden books on the walls. And there, at the far end, was my cracked mirror.

"Warriors in their own right. We support each other, plan together. It's about taking back our stories, writing the endings ourselves." "Taking back our stories," I echoed, the phrase resonating within me, a call to rise from the ashes of victimhood. "Can you… can we really do that?" Lizzie's nod was solemn, resolute. "Yes, Roanne." She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, grounding me back to reality. "The Revenge Club operates in the shadows," she began, her tone shedding any remnants of casualness, morphing into something steel-edged and formidable. "We're a collective of souls, bound by shared scars, who channel our pain into retribution."

… The humiliation and torture I'd suffered in my past life were paid back in full to the despicable pair. As their screams echoed through the empty streets, my parents couldn't bear to watch and turned away, closing their eyes. Meanwhile, I kept my eyes locked on the scene and watched until both Hailey and Ronnie took their last breath. Finally, the crushing weight in my chest dissipated. "Revenge is complete, and Flint's mental block is cleared. Mental power has significantly increased! "+2,000 rage points! A special reward includes three basic power awakening potions." I looked at the three blue vials that appeared in my hand and smiled. With these, Mom and Dad could awaken their superpowe