Revenge Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“Revenge.” ‎

He attacked us and raped Aditi and threw us on the roadside to die. ... I like the colour of revenge. It is scarlet red. There is magic in the word revenge and in its colour. Whenever I think of it, I experience energy firing me up. The bright colour is like bliss and it gives me a sense of immense pleasure, you people cannot imagine it. Bhai always said you must avenge wrongs done to you. The fire of revenge must ignite in you and burn bright till the day you have taken the revenge. Revenge must be taken, no matter what it takes, no matter what happens to you and no matter what consequence it brings.’

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

Two years later... When I was sitting in the English class of Mrs. Wright listening to Romeo Juliet, and someone tells me that in eight years I will experience every kind of death and life situation I would have told them off. It could happen to Juliet but not with me. The scars of our last fight are fading but the wound of the gunshot is still clear as day for anyone to see. Whenever one asks me if I regret jumping in and taking that bullet my answer was always no. Usually lovers make tattoos together to show their love but in our case instead of a tattoo we had a not so pretty bullet wound. I tucked the last piece of hair behind my ear and looked at the mirror smiling, yeah still feeling b

“And he still cheated. You gave him everything. You helped her rise. And how did she repay you? She stabbed you in the back.” Selene’s grip on the sink tightened. There was a pause, then a cruel smile from the figure. “You gave him your heart, and he gave it to your best friend.” The figure leaned closer through the glass, its voice now a whisper laced with rage. “Come on, Selene. Make them pay.”

Aline's voice held a resolute tone as she spoke to her newfound ally, "I've learned who I truly am, and I won't let anyone stand in the way of claiming what belongs to me." Ethan, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and concern, met her gaze. "Aline, you have the power and the spirit, but remember, revenge can consume you. We must tread carefully." Aline nodded, her fingers curling into fists as she remembered the pain inflicted upon her by the man she had once considered a father. "I won't let revenge define me, Ethan. But justice must prevail. The man who cast me aside, who sold me like a pawn, he will answer for his sins."

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.