Revenge X Body Novels & Stories

With a roar, I grab him around his shoulders, biceps straining, every brawn in my body coiled, and I sling him away. He goes rolling through the undergrowth. The leaves from the shrubs rain down on him. He swings up to his legs, and I am already charging him. I headbutt him, and our combined weight smashes him backward into a tree. The vibrations from the impact ricochet through my neck. Suffering slashes down my spine, but it’s nothing compared to the white-hot regret that squeezes my chest. Nothing comes between me and my mission. Nothing. Rage fills me, my vision narrows, and all I know is I need revenge for what the General did to my mother.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

I turn to my fiancé and wrap my arms around his thick neck, making him calm down. "It's in the past. I've practically forgotten about it." He frowns, "How? How can you not be so angry by them? How can you not let what they did effect you?" I peck his lips, "because if I did become angry, they would have won. They did those horrible things to break me. What better revenge is there than to not be broken and be whole instead. They would feel like they failed. So I try to not let them hinder the good things in my life. That is my revenge on them Xander." I whisper. I peck his lips and walk outside.

The strength in Victor’s body gave out. I released him, picked up a knife nearby, raised my hand, and drove it down. Thud. Thud. Thud. Again and again, until his body was nothing but a sieve. Then I used my ability once more, draining every last drop from the remains on the ground. Ten years of torment and humiliation, and all the restraint and planning after my rebirth, finally ended today. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed at the sky. “I’ve taken my revenge! Today, I finally got my revenge!”

“Vanessa was murdered by her ex fiancee and her ex best friend, she woke up in your body and now she hopes for revenge,being in your body is helping her do it” I sunk back into my seat. “so there's a dead girls soul in my body?” “Well…teachinicallg she's not dead,she's in a coma,hits as you were” he explained. “Is she gone forever?”I asked. “My guess is she will be back” Tears formed in my eyes. “How can I get my body back forever?” “That I don't know, but it's fine” I shook my head standing up. “I need some air,” I said, making my way towards the door.

I exhaled, using my thumb and index finger to rub my eye lids, with a sigh I asked, “where is the body?” “Huh?” “Don't act like an idiot, their dead body. Where is it?” I asked, pulling my fingers from my eye lids, “you got their bodies right?” “You see…” I cut him off by kicking him on his shin making him groan, limping on one leg. “You're so useless, Trevor. How will you get your revenge on the Winstons when you can't get anything right. Have you forgotten Darius already?” That might have gotten to him, because he straightened up and said

I just need to remain in this body till I get my revenge then anything can happen to this body, I don’t care. My hands itched off Alaric’s dark mane. His eyes and sexual smell and the imminent attraction he draws to me. I have had enough time to grieve, and a year of learning how to live in a new body. A way of trying to be who I am not and every day and every breath I take, I keep remembering that Rowan got me into this mess. Having a second chance would be useless if I didn’t get my revenge and send them all to the hell hole they pushed me into.

The bloodline that murdered you and your child on cold marble while your family watched. Yet my body didn’t care. The reborn form reacted to his distant presence like a magnet , core throbbing, skin flushed, breaths coming slightly faster. The internal conflict tore at me. Revenge demanded cold detachment and calculated seduction. This new body demanded something far more primal and dangerous.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

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."