Revenge Wears A Mask Novels & Stories

"Too bad your father isn't alive to watch his precious daughter fall. But I'll settle for knowing he's rolling in his grave." I spit at him. Right in his face. Vanessa kicked me in the ribs, but I didn't care. I was done being scared. "You're pathetic," I said. "A grown man who spent fifteen years planning revenge on a dead person's family. Your daughter would be ashamed of you." Vincent's face changed. The calm mask slipped for just a second, and I saw the rage underneath. The real Vincent Reeves. The broken man who'd let his pain turn him into a monster.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

I took my iPad with me to my room and I put on my black tank top, black jeans and black leather jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't help but laugh seeing myself in the mirror. I took my helmet and my leather gloves with me. I walked out from my room and went straight to the basement. I took out my motor bike and smiled happily looking at it. I put on my helmet and started to drive it out from my mansion. I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

“What if they hurt her again… even more than before? The pain in her heart won’t make her back down from revenge.” Naomi walked to her side, gently patting her back, trying to calm her, but Mom Maria’s fear only deepened. Entering the hall, Max was handed a black and red mask to wear. He placed it on his face and took a few steps further inside. A man in a dark suit, who would recognize Max anywhere, even with a mask on, suddenly called out. “Max Ethan! You’re here! Max Anderson, you’re here!” the man said, taking Max’s hand warmly.

He threw me out when I needed him the more, leaving me all to my self and evil devices, and his sister--she too will pay for her betrayal. "He must pay!" I said to myself, my hand closing into a fist. "They both must pay." Raven. A smile formed on my face as her face flashed across my thoughts. My revenge against her couldn't be stopped by any force. Not now, not ever. Rays of light scattered around me as I continued on, the cool forest breeze drying the beads of sweat that were rolling down my forehead. My mask was beginning to feel uncomfortable for some reason but I decided to give no heed to it.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Victor Wolfe The third arrival is a man whose mask depicted a weeping angel, tears of silver streaming down its porcelain face. His cloak was deep burgundy, and there was a tremor in his hands to suppressed rage. He is called the Mourner, and the others knew he had been wronged—cast out, humiliated, left with nothing but a burning thirst for revenge. Daniel, the IT staff Damien sacked