Revengers Shack Novels & Stories

“Your enemy is not the dark, but those who open the door and do not count the cost. The herald can be bargained with, but its price is always belonging—or the breaking of it.” A chill prickles the air, even with the fire burning bright. Rowan nods, storing away every word. “I’ll keep watch tonight,” he says, voice low, to me. “And I want Bram, Fen, and Mara nearby. This isn’t over.” I nod, heart uneasy. The revenant leans in and whispers one last thing to Fyre—her face lights with a kind of bittersweet peace. As the sun dips low, Agatha brings stew. The hall is full of voices, not quite laughter, but hope, raw and uncertain. The revenant sits by the fire, and this time, no one sits apart.

Ryker broke down on the floor as he watched Sasha standing behind Samantha with a smirk plastered on her lips. Mrs Clyde gulped, watching the men pave way for Samantha and Ryan. They both took their stand before her gallantly. “Checkmate?” Samantha smirked, shooting her a baleful glance. Mrs Clyde didn't respond as she felt the weight of Ryker's arms pulling her. He was sitting on the floor weeping heavily with his hand holding his mother tightly. “I am Samantha Hamilton, sister of Vanessa, the young innocent woman murdered by you and your son!” Samantha shot. “Argh!!” The people gasped.

I find the matches and drop one on the mattress, which takes seconds to catch fire. Here, in this deplorable shack, Habbab Argent, or Arslan, whatever his last name is, took care of murdering my reputation, as well as ripped out my heart. But he forgot to annihilate my physical body, so I will do it. I take off my engagement ring and my weddithem ring, leaving them on the night table, I let myself fall on the sofa, while I wait for the flames to consume me, I am aware that the pain will be unbearable, but nothing can be worse than the rejection of my husband.

“Sir, I know you have lots of questions, I will tell you, but please don't ask me for the name of the man or the family that did this to me.. Sooner or later I will tell you” He nodded, and for about an hour, I narrated everything to him, without mentioning Logan, or his family’s name. I told him about my plans, and how hungry I was to take revenge on the family. “I hope you find your redemption, Ava.. I will take my leave” Lucas stood up to leave but I grabbed his hands. “Please, sir.. Help me out.. I have no one or anywhere to go.. Please help me” he sat down back on the chair, and I saw his eyes lit. ”Revenge is a dangerous game, you might also end up dead, and..”

Just like that, a sense of worry rushed through my veins when I realized that I didn't bring any work items with me to the office, and my bag had only my phone and personal things in it. Biting my lower lip, I slowly started to shake my head, mumbling sheepishly, "No, I didn't bring any work stuff... I am so sorry, sir, I have never been anyone's secretary before... I know it's not an excuse, but please don't fire me... I can do better... I will do better.” No word left his lips as Levi watched me with a strange glint in his eyes, before rising from his seat and walking over to a bookshelf near the side of his desk.

Now I suspect she was directing me to her friends, people who would give her kickbacks for bringing them desperate sellers. I settled back into my armchair, the same one where I spent so many sleepless nights after Marcus' fake death in my previous life, and let my mind drift back to those terrible months. The memories were still vivid, still painful, but now they served a different purpose. They weren't sources of trauma anymore, they were fuel for my revenge.

She really doubts it. "You once told me Ms. Caliber. Revenge is the only thing that can cure a wounded heart. And I believe you. I do" Adela looked at Maiden loathingly. "You killed my brother! You killed the only person who cares for me. You killed him with no mercy!" She grabs Maiden's neck and choked her, adding more pain to Maiden's body.

Travelers came not only to buy but to spy, to test, to mark him. words had reached Vanguard’s men. Hunters were sent. A squad of four approached the shack under cover of darkness. The Bastard Son did not need to see them approach. The air shifted. Shadows deepened. His hands already rested on his knives. They attacked. Steel clashed with steel. Blades hissed. Sparks flew in the firelight. The first attacker fell to the ground, throat cut clean. Another tried to strike from behind. A twist of the wrist, a knee into the jaw, and he staggered back, bleeding.