Seeking Vengeance Novels & Stories

I was angry, so angry that I burned every ice in my way. I was angry, fearless, and determined to get to The Reaper and serve his head to my father, and wanting to reach that goal kept me going, kept me surviving, kept me winning. In summary, the sheer act of wanting The Reaper dead brought me this far… Revenge was the source of my strength. How funny, now, I’m not the only fire, as wanting me dead is the source of another person’s strength. A Fire and Fire fight. Vengeance would do anything to see me dead, just like I’ll do anything to see The Reaper dead.

The body flopped out, lifeless, and he ground his heel into it, feeling the crunch under his boot. Rage pulsed through his veins, hot and unrelenting. This wasn't just a prank; it was a declaration, seeking revenge. Someone was poking at the beast inside him. And he knew exactly who it was — the girl. He ground his teeth. “That elusive bitch. No, Vincenzo must continue to live. Traitors like them don't deserve to live, none of them. I'd make sure of it. I'd hunt her down, tear her apart piece by piece, and watch the life drain from her eyes.”

"Try not to get shot before the appetizers." Nico pushed me toward the SUV. "Get in," he growled. I climbed into the backseat. The doors locked with a loud thud. As we sped out of the garage and into the night, I considered Sloane’s words. Vendetta. Revenge. The Volkovs wanted revenge for being pushed out of the city. My father wanted revenge for being exiled. Julian wanted revenge for his humiliation. Everyone wanted blood. And I was the currency they were using to buy it.

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

Like they belonged. My head throbbed. My vision flickered, blurred at the edges. And beneath it all, one thing remained: clear, sharp, and undeniable. Blood. I wanted it. I craved it. Not calmly. Not rationally. Violently. Vengeance followed, hot, relentless, and unforgiving. I couldn’t tell, didn’t care, who stood before me. Friend or enemy, it didn’t matter. They were all the same in that moment. All obstacles. All targets. “Rayna!”

He just looked out the window again, his reflection flickering against the glass, his thoughts spiraling between fury and something he couldn’t name. When Hale finally left, Roman’s hand curled into a fist against the window frame. The pain that shot up his arm was grounding, it kept him focused, alive, sharp. Vargo and Dante had made a mistake. They hadn’t just attacked a Thorne. They’d attacked his wife. And now, Roman Thorne wasn’t planning justice. He was planning vengeance. Roman didn’t realize how fast he was walking until Hale called out something behind him, and the echo of his boots swallowed the sound whole.

he insisted, still holding my hand as the car started moving. I hesitated, biting down on my words, but the story tumbled out anyway—all of it, every detail, until there was nothing left to add. When I finally finished, I realized I was staring at him, my body suddenly getting weak. “I want to seek revenge.” My voice was thin but steady. “I want them to feel the same pain they caused me. I want to get back at them for what they did.” And then, like a candle guttering out, my vision blurred, the consciousness slipping away faster than I could fight it.

“You were only a child back then when your mother was murdered. Anyone would have wanted revenge for that—” Yuri cut Ren off. “I knew what was going to happen,” she stated, not looking at Ren, and the guy could only stare at Yuri. “I knew what was going to happen if I pursued the path of vengeance. My mother and uncle have never really told me what my uncle did when I was a child. But I’ve learned enough from my mother that I actually knew the nature of his job.” Yuri gave out a small sigh. “Hatred and vengeance begets nothing but more pain and suffering. My mother told me that enough times in the past.” She sighed. “But I didn’t care. Now…I suppose I’m paying the price for my decision.”

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

I paced around my room and stared at myself in the mirror. “Finally, finally! Yes! Yes! I can finally go with Luna.” Yes, I was more excited about going back with her, because I realised something about Luna when we were together.. Everything she does or says revolves around her daughter or her life back at home.. Her revenge and getting her daughter is on her top list and because of that she would never allow any other thing into her heart for the time being at least.