Revengeful Minecraft Novels & Stories

I added, my voice low but sharp enough to make the air in the hallway turn to ice, "always pays its debts. Whether they're paid in blood, or in cash." Ava Russo thought she could take the money and run. She should have known better. Traitors don't get happy endings. Their fate was sealed the moment they chose to deal with us. Marco nodded and walked away. Dante didn't follow. He remained by my side, his eyes still on Robin in the monitor. "Do you regret it?" he asked. "Regret what?" "Not making him suffer more." For the first time, I let out a real smile. Not a cold one, but one of genuine relief.

"Are you in or what?" "Bad idea, Emilia," I said. "Besides, seeking revenge is my personal affair; I can't possibly drag you into my shit." "Fine, then what's your plan?" she asked. "Honestly, I haven't thought of a plan yet, but for now, just my presence annoys her to death. Why should I rack my brain over how to get back at her?" "What? Please tell me you are not turning into a passive-aggressive saint now. Since when did you start playing Miss Goody Two Shoes?"

"Your skin claims to be one of the Vinqlo family sons, yet our first meeting happened while my blades were fighting for survival on a dark, uninhabited Skullmoon Isle. To be completely honest with your shadow, my trackers ran a deep background check on your name and found out your body supposedly grew up as a simple, ignorant stray in the Ashgrove Wildlands. My beast does not believe that trash report for a second. Who are you truly? And what is the real strategic reason behind your boots returning to the Vinqlo manor?" I lower my silver eyes silently, my long lashes casting shadows over my cheeks. David's sharp eyes cannot tell what is running through my brain because my pupils are no longe

Rook folded his arms and looked at the fire. “If that is okay with you?” Lilith chimed in. “Of course.” Giving one last look at the embers as they floated away, a sense of revenge filled me. One that knew everyone that died will get their vengeance soon. I’ll make sure whoever did this will pay for this. I won’t just kill them, but they will be tortured, healed, then tortured again until they can’t take it anymore. “Demi?” Luca was watching me. I knew he could feel it bubbling in me, ready to burst out.

Zane’s POV As the wise ones say, revenge is a dish best served cold. And everyone knows I, Zane McAllister, I am coldness personified. My friends and acquaintances call me a ‘human iceberg’ for a reason. And not just that, to me revenge isn’t just about retaliation. It is about calculated destruction. It is about ensuring that by the time my enemy realizes what is happening, there is no way out for him or her. No mercy, no second chances, nothing at all.

“I’m saying we strike back. Together. You still want that woman? Then take her. But I want the Blackwoods destroyed. Their fortune stripped, their name disgraced, their legacy burned to ash.” I clenched my fists, my pulse hammering in my temples. Her words lit something already burning inside me, something dark and eager. Revenge. Yes. Revenge would steady the ground beneath my feet. If I couldn’t hold Madelyn in peace, then I would take her in the firestorm I would create around her. I would never go down alone. She was mine or no one else's. A smile curled my lips, slow and sharp. “Alright, mother. We’ll make them choke on their own ashes.”

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.’

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

The man's loyalty extended only as far as his own ambition. A bitter smile touched my lips. He was so utterly, transparently predictable and that predictability was going to be his ruin. My revenge wouldn't just be about taking back my money, it would be about destroying them from the inside out, using their own greed and disloyalty as the tools of their destruction.

the lean body crook replied smirking. "Because of this" the person showed a video of there soon to be victim, "We'll use this to lower those retch and have them beg for mercy" the individual showed smirking evilly. "Is that......." the person trailed off lost for words. "Yes it is" they smiled closing the distance between them and then soon making out viciously while engaging in mournful activities. "Revenge is sweet and pay backs a bitch" •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•