Revengers Shack Novels & Stories

Dane never told anyone about his little organization, the only people who knew about that were his two sons and those who had joined his organization. Meanwhile somewhere else in the City. In an underground warehouse. The warehouse was sealed off from natural light. People dressed in black cloaks were walking about, attending to their tasks. Inside a room, Dane and Amber were seated across from each other, as they discussed something's. "You and I have something in common… we all have the same enemies, and that's the Stark's… and one day we'll get our revenge." Dane said, looking at the candle on the other side of the room. Still feeling awful, now that his plan had been ruined.

He approached me and clasped a white handkerchief over my mouth. With an air of resignation, he said: "Miss Jewel, I am sorry. I have to do this because I fear you'll bite your tongue and kill yourself." But I could not care less about what he was saying. My rage and resentment were apparent as I glared at Kent. He had been helped to his feet by this time. Someone then forced his hands behind his back and clamped them into shackles. A black hood was pulled over his head again. He was then led to the railing, staring out into the wide sea.

Behind him, hundreds of rebels poured forth, snarling and ready. “FOR THE VALENTINES!” Thomas bellowed, his voice carrying through the night. The witches hesitated. And then the rebels struck. The swamp water turned red as bodies fell—witches screaming as claws and fangs tore them apart. The air reeked of iron and burnt herbs. The rebels moved like a single organism, their fury unstoppable. Inside, the screams were different. Junie’s cry was sharper now, her nails digging into Rio’s arms. Sweat beaded on her pale forehead.

"The Ithakis are the only one whom the vampires can go attack without informing them, and they need the help of the witches to break the magic that protects the Ithakis from the outside world, incase of any attack" Aiden said, now walking back to the table, he picked up the bag which Alexander had previously dropped on his table, as he walked back to his slave where she stood. "Take these, consider it as nothing, something... Worthless" Aiden said, watching as she took it with shaky hands, he rolled his eyes, wondering why her hands was shaking. "Thanks master Aiden" Sharriah said, collecting the bag, still confused what was inside it. Opening it, she saw a pairs of simple but beautiful sand

They want our heads on pikes to signal the total collapse of the northern resistance, and they are willing to burn this historic keep to the ground to achieve it. The revelation fuels my fury, turning every strike into a calculated act of survival and vengeance as I weave through the chaotic battlefield of the courtyard. Shane is a whirlwind of steel a few paces away, his blade flashing in the azure firelight as he beats back three mercenaries at once, refusing to let them gain the high ground near the armory steps.

"My father is alive, and he’s behind all of it. Every pain I’ve ever felt, every night I spent in a cage... it was him." A new kind of fire ignited in my chest. It wasn't the warm, protective light of the Sovereign. It was a cold, jagged hunger for revenge. I didn't just want my son back. I wanted to see my father lose everything. I wanted to burn the city of glass to the ground if it meant burying him under the ruins. "Isaac! Vance!" Rowan shouted. The two warriors limped out of the smoke. They were bruised and battered, but their eyes were sharp. "The black ship is heading for the Council Tower," Isaac said. "But they’ve activated a shield. Nothing can get in or out."

"Only she would dare something like that. She's stubborn to the core." Before Tapish could say anything else, the door opened.Abhishek stepped inside, his expression tight, urgency written all over his face. "Bhai," he said, voice firm, "we caught Reyansh Sheikh's men outside the mansion. They're the same ones who were involved in last night's attack." The name settled in the room like poison."Reyansh Sheikh," I repeated slowly. My jaw tightened. The pieces were finally starting to align."Increase security around the mansion," I ordered calmly. "No blind spots. No mistakes."

Start of flashback 5 years back After making sure Aisha was safe with Mukul, Ravan made his way towards Shabbier Sheikh Mansion, It was almost midnight when Ravan reached Shabbier where he roughly parked his BMW in front of shabbier main door and walked in without bothering to reply to Shabbier guards who salute him on his way. Once inside “SHABBIER… SHABBIER… SHABBIER… SHABBIER… SHABBIER… SHABBIER SHEIKH” Ravan roared on top of his lungs as he turned his head all around shabbier mansion until he stopped at a middle aged man who was now standing on first floor right outside his study room wearing a pure white colored kurta pyajama (Indian wear) and holding a branded full scotch glass in his

“Get it out!” “And leave you?” “No.” She pointed to a narrow servant stair. “Up—control the rafters, stop their rain.” They ascended, hacking through another archer. From the catwalk Dylan slashed ropes suspending a chandelier; it crashed, scattering ambushers. Below, Thorn and Rurik corralled the last rebels against a wall. The lodge blazed brighter—flames licking roof beams. --- #### Face of Treason Among the pinned rebels stood Hamish—the escaped guard—eyes wild. “Beta lives!” he croaked. “He’ll rule the ashes!”

“It’s…a floating platform. A…living prison disguised as an oil rig. But…we can’t get there. That area…is the ‘eye of the storm,’ perpetually surrounded by Category 13 hurricanes. Only the Council’s special icebreakers can get in.” “Hurricanes…” Jack’s heart sank. “And…boss…” Victor struggled to raise his hand, pointing to the ancient coin on Jack’s chest, “This thing…I saw it on the guards of that ‘prison.’ They called it… ‘Raven.’ It’s…it’s the ‘ticket’ to open the ‘throat’.” “The Devourer’s Throat…” Jack gripped the coin tightly. Just then, the entire cargo ship emitted a piercing, metallic creaking sound! "Boom—!" A deafening roar echoed as the ship tilted violently to one side! Hayley an