Seeking Vengeance Novels & Stories

The memory of her family's betrayal haunted her every waking moment, fueling a fire of vengeance that burned relentlessly in her heart. With each passing day, she delved deeper into the shadows of the criminal underworld, honing her skills as a lawyer by day and a clandestine operative by night. She sought out allies in the most unlikely of places, forming alliances with those who shared her desire for justice and retribution. Amari's quest for vengeance took her to the darkest corners of the city, where she encountered danger at every turn. But she refused to back down, drawing strength from the memory of her family's betrayal and the burning desire for retribution that fueled her every ste

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

How can one shoot his blood brother, worse enough, his twin brother? Thank God Geoffrey didn't die. See who's lying six feet under the ground? George and his conniving wife Kate. They all harmed us, thinking we will end up miserable all our lives but everything they had planned for us turned to them. God eventually paid them for their wrong deeds, avenging our sorrows. Isn't this karma? I'm not rejoicing now that they're dead...hell no! God knows how many times I had wished that they were alive so as to change and at least be sorry for their mistakes,even if they couldn't correct them!

bloom. The thing about vengeance is you can dress it however you like but at the heart of it there’s always this animal satisfaction: the exact moment when someone who has hidden rot is forced to smell it. I sank back a little. The darkness in me hummed, pleased. The part of me that loved Alessia breathed a little harder, because this could cause problems for her. But the animal in me sung a different song, one that salivated at the idea of Remo’s blood on my hands.

Pain seared through my scalp as my hair was yanked, and the next thing I knew, I was thrown back with such force that the flowerpot in my arms shattered on the ground. Julian stepped past me, wrapping his arms protectively around the weeping Averil. "Victoria, so what if that rag was something your murderer of a mother left behind? It’s just a rag. Using it as one is fitting." My mind exploded, the words echoing like a deafening roar. With one hand clutching the torn handkerchief and the other gripping a jagged piece of the broken flowerpot, only one thought consumed me, “Die! They both deserve to die!”

While the desire for vengeance still simmered beneath the surface, he learned to channel that energy into advocacy—organizing community forums, raising awareness about the injustices faced by families like his, and empowering others to join the fight for truth and accountability. Through this process, Alex discovered a profound truth: that while the quest for revenge could be intoxicating, the path of healing and justice was far more fulfilling. By focusing on collective action and solidarity, he not only honored his parents’ legacy but also forged deeper connections with those who stood by him. Revenge, he realized, was a solitary endeavor that ultimately led to isolation; justice, on the o

You will carry every memory of your betrayal, so that when the time comes you will make them pay. Sharon's chest tightened. Finally! A chance for revenge. "But as it is often said in another land, a person who seeks revenge must dig two graves. One for themselves and one for their enemies." Sharon's fingers curled into fists. "I plan to dig three. One for myself, one for my enemies, and one for the friends of my enemies! Send me back my Goddess! I will make them all wish they were never born!" "Very well. To make it bearable for you I will lock your past life from you until you are ready for your revenge."

Ilya just exhales on the other side. "Now, if you don't want me to cut all communication, do me a favour and don't call me if I don't call you, and certainly don't rush me. And if I catch you spying on me again, I will gouge your eyes out." His breath hitches, and I know he remembers—the first day he met me. He had snuck in to recruit me on their little revenge mission after my father was murdered, and I beat the hell out of him before he decided to explain why he was stalking me.

My wolf, wild, untamed, craving freedom and love, yearned for him. He was there. In every rustle of leaves, every sigh of the wind. In the whisper of the night, I could almost hear his voice, faint but unmistakable. Varyon Pov I had been wrong. In my pursuit of revenge, I had deluded myself into believing I was untouchable, invincible. But the truth was clear: I had been blind, consumed by my own rage. I had built my life around hatred, crafting a plan of vengeance to face my parents’ killer.

My mind had but one aim and object, to have vengeance on the woman who had slain Agnes’s mother, and on Lord Xeik to have his head. Stroking my dagger, I was enraged by the memory of Minerva lifeless in the water, her pale innocent face returned to my mind. Xeik would not live, breathe, or exist until the ground savored his blood, and the howls of his agony were heard across the darkness. Today, justice would be served and victory would be ours.