Revengers Shack Novels & Stories

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.

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️ KAI of the Keepers) - Written by Authoress Marygold_slessor - 📌Do No Copy/plagiarise📌 Chapter Nineteen (19)

That was exactly what I was talking about. "I- I'm s-sorry." She mumbled, her eyes landing on Blake De Luca and a girl whose name was Marissa Kent, apparently. "My brother is coming for me and he'll kill you!" Blake shouted, struggling to set himself free from those ropes. I chuckled darkly at the kid, "I'm counting on it."

From the high balconies, Northern loyalists loyal to Vance and Diana emerge, dropping heavy, silver-dusted nets over the tables, pinning the screaming Southern vanguard in their seats. "Kill the stray!" Garrick’s voice roars from the back of the invading phalanx, his scarred face twisted in a triumphant snarl as he points his sword toward the dais. "The Shadow is dead! Take her head!" The crisis is total. The fortress has erupted into a bloody meat-grinder, and my mate—my anchor—is dying in the dirt at my feet.

Henry shouted from nearby, "jump back to the house to help. We'll gather up the corpses and do damage control." Shamira nodded, biting her bottom lip as she and Sebastian backed away from each other. She ducked into a dark stairwell and jumped back home. The shell walkers had launched a two-pronged assault, and there was still work to be done. Shamira appeared in Reaper's room, as the lights were off and it was closest to the armory. She activated her headset as she hit the armory. "Shane, I'm back. Where do you need me?"

“Your brother was very helpful. Told me everything about your settlement’s layout. Where you keep the most precious things.” “You’re lying.” “Am I?” The Revenant pulled out a small mirror. Showed Alina the reflection. In the mirror’s surface, Kaden could see the settlement. The main hall. And inside, Vera holding Lena. Kira holding Sera. Both babies sleeping peacefully. “My followers are there now,” the Revenant said. “Waiting for my signal. One word from me and they take the children. Kill everyone who tries to stop them.” “You said you wanted to negotiate,” Alina’s voice broke.

I roared, lifting a rogue warrior into the air by his throat. ​The wolf only spat blood, refusing to speak. With a flick of my wrist, I snapped his neck and threw his corpse aside like trash onto the stained snow. ​"Your Majesty! On the ridge! There's a hidden ice hut!" Raven shouted from the thick of the fighting, her twin daggers buried deep in a rebel's chest. ​My golden hunter eyes instantly locked onto a small ice shack perched at the peak of the hill. Thalia’s scent was bleeding heaviest from that exact spot.

His eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, his cheeks heating up as well. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you.” “What is your name?” I said it the must annoyed tone I could muster. “Ja-James.” “Okay, Ja-James,” I mocked his stutter, “one word of this to anyone, and I will end you.” I covered my face with the cloak once more and walked out of the pack house. My phone buzzed as I reached a tavern deep in the forest, away from the pack house. It was usually a place various members of the low class came to drink away their sorrows.

She watched Francesca take in the revenge board with sticky notes and pictures and pins and colored threads, drawing the plan together. The floor of the room was littered with newspaper clippings about David and Chelsea Windsor. “I knew you were psycho but I didn’t expect this,” Francesca chuckled in surprise as she stepped into the room and stared in shock at the revenge board. “Get used to it,” Chelsea hissed as she sank onto the bed in the room and watched Francesca warily. “My end result is to destroy them, but for now I’ll settle for sending them to jail. Starting with that bitch Chelsea,”

How could they be together even in death while I was cursed to live a hideous life repenting for sins that I only committed to keep those I loved safe? "No, Margo. They can't win over us. Not Delia and definitely not Eve. This is why you got a second chance... Let's get better ok" I told myself. "Then we'll have our revenge. Let's make sure to flay her skin. I am going to burn you to ashes Eve. If you won't die from falling down the hill, you are definitely going to die when I burn you alive. And this time, I am going to make sure that you don't survive I'll make sure of it" I promised.