Revengers Shack Novels & Stories

Mrs Smith said pointing at Sophia, "she will be going to the mission with us" Mutters erupted from them and she raised a hand to stop them. "I am not done!" "Yes, she will go with you guys, but as a ghost assassin. That is because all her barges will be taken away, she is left to save herself and survive, then she can be regarded as one of us again" Mrs Smith took away all the barges she has personally pasted on Sophia's shirt. "That one gone, you will be able to get this barge again if you are able to provide the culprit since you said you are not. When you prove your innocence, your barge is yours and a promotion to a voice assassinating officer" she said to Sophia.

There, among the routine alerts, was a new notification—a text message that read simply, “This isn’t over, Aurora. You’ve just lit a fuse.” In that moment, the triumph of her revenge twisted into uncertainty. Aurora’s mind raced with possibilities. Was this the desperate clamor of Dorian’s remaining loyalists, or something far more sinister? The anonymity of the message sent a shiver through her spine. It was as if the darkness itself was speaking—a dark promise that her actions had unleashed a chain of events beyond her control.

Evelyn I arrive at my uncle’s house at exactly noon. Since last night, my head’s been a mess—mostly filled with thoughts of Xander. Screw him. I hate him, and I hate the way he made me feel. Thank God things didn’t escalate on that balcony. It’s a good thing he walked away when he did. My uncle had demanded my presence today to restructure our initial plan. The goal remains the same—revenge. “Yooo, Señorita. Looking good as always… hmm, that ass though,” Felix whistles as I walk past him. He’s working on a motorcycle, all grease and grins.

Antonio stuttered his eyes were fixed on his son's blank eyes, Carly knew he was no longer scared, instead he was longing to be with his young boy again. “You're right about that but I like the sound of pleas, you know” Derek smirked. “Now, let's begin stage two… shall we?” The guards with the whip stepped out and two other guards came forth, holding a satchel filled with daggers and a vial. They shoved a liquid down Antonio's throat, making his claws stay partially at his wolf state without turning back. Derek took a dagger, held Antonio's furry fingers “I would have said I'm giving you a last chance to beg but that would be unnecessary” then he proceeded to picking his claws off, earning a

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

“Reincarnation, my Lady. I can.” She laughed. “What can I not do for you? Daughter of Lucien?” Father's name was Lucien. She read my mind. “The man on the Alpha throne is not deserving one bit, I need you to take him down.” Of the truth, Logan was never deserving of that post. Stupid me, I was head heels over him and acted like a fool. “That is meant to be my post. I want it back.” “You shall have it back.” Moon goddess said.

A physical release of all the rage and anticipation building in my chest. Garrick Savage took everything from me because of Reign. My father. My pack. My future. And now I'm taking everything from his son. Then Garrick will be next. "You feel that?" I pant, my hips slamming against her ass hard enough to bruise. "That's victory, Ravenna. That's vengeance." She reaches back, her nails digging into my thigh, and I release her mouth long enough for her to gasp, "Harder. Fuck me harder."

Geri had been reborn. She was back to the very beginning, when she had first started to take revenge on Alistair. She was back to a time when Alistair, Corey, and George were all still alive. Everything could still be changed! Geri didn't hesitate for even a second and headed straight for the equipment room. When she arrived, a few boys were in the middle of throwing volleyballs at Alistair. Ball after ball slammed into his legs and stomach. He could only curl up in the corner and hug his head to protect himself.

“And I… I am the devil. But from this moment forward, I will twist your fate until it breaks.” “No—that’s not true, ma’am!” I shook my head frantically, denial spilling out in a desperate rush. My heart hammered against my ribs as if trying to escape. Without warning, she released a sharp, angry breath and dropped into the nearby chair. The wooden legs scraped harshly against the tiled floor. In one fluid, terrifying motion, she reached down and seized a large piece of broken glass from the debris. The sharp edge caught the light as she gripped it tightly, her knuckles whitening.

Like the devil? Not the devil from storybooks... the beautiful one with a sweet voice. No, this one looked different. Worse. Like exactly what the devil should look like. Angela forced herself to stand. A sharp pain shot through her leg, nearly sending her back to the floor, but she straightened anyway. She was going to do it. She had to. With a shaky breath, she swung the rack at his chest. It was useless, like brushing stone with a feather. Oh no.