Seeking Vengeance Novels & Stories

“So I'm not here to fucking stop you, why would I? I want to destroy Baekalis, her husband the way they almost did Denzel. We want thesame fucking thing.” “And the next time you fucking talk to me like that, I'll fucking gut you,” I finished, stepping towards him. I looked up at him, my own jaw locked in determination as the thirst for vengeance swirled in his eyes. The flame crackled a few feet away from us, the orange leaking into the brown of his eyes, hell hath no fury like an angel scorned. Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned indeed. ~•~ Over the course of the next few days, the rogues worked together with us, suiting up as we got ready for what could possibly be the biggest and las

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

The specter of revenge, a simmering resentment that had fueled Ariak's every move from the beginning, had never wavered. The truth unfolded before them, like a dark shadow that had always lurked just beneath the surface. Ariak's motivations had been tainted by a thirst for vengeance, a desire to settle a score that went far beyond mere ambition. From the very outset, it had been about retribution, a vendetta that had guided his actions and decisions, ultimately leading to this harrowing juncture.

Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles white from the force of her anger. At that moment, she knew she had to find a way to overcome this injustice. The vampires had taken so much from her - her loved ones, her sense of safety, and now, even her own life seemed threatened. But she refused to give in to despair. Instead, she vowed to train harder, to become stronger, and to one day exact her revenge on the creatures that had brought her so much pain. Her determination burned bright within her, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her. And as she lay there, battered and bruised, she knew that this was only the beginning of her journey towards Vengeance.

“He broke my heart once. I thought I’d die. But I didn’t. You won’t either.” Their stories blurred into meaningless noise. I didn’t want comfort. I wanted nothing but vengeance. Back home, I went straight to the wine pantry and yanked a bottle free. The first swallow of rum scorched my throat, but the burn wasn’t enough. I coughed until my chest hurt, leaning over the counter as the room spun. Alcohol couldn’t drown this. Only revenge could. By evening, I was lurking outside the Community Center, heart pounding as nobles and elders gathered. When Alaric’s entourage appeared, my vision tunneled. I charged.

I yearned for her to experience a fraction of the pain she had inflicted upon me—to comprehend the repercussions of her deeds! As I scrutinized the comment I left behind, my heart throbbed with intensity. It dawned on me that this was merely the inception of my plan. Countless possibilities lay ahead, a couple of ways to make her atone for her actions. The thirst for vengeance consumed me, sealing my commitment irreversibly. I had embarked upon a transformative appearance journey, propelled by anguish, indignation, and the pursuit of justice. The pivotal question remained: How far would I traverse this road to attain my retribution? And what other concealed truths would I discover during thi

This is vengeance. I want to be sick. The dagger remains poised above my head, the sirens are wailing my mind is torn in two. All the embarrassment at being fooled by Tange. The shame at Vez being here the whole time with me not realising. I promised Zeke vengeance, that the death of his brother would not go unpunished. Every road, every sign and feeling in my chest is pointing towards me plunging the blade downwards and claiming my glorious victory. I inhale deeply.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

He became consumed by a relentless thirst for justice and retribution, vowing to surpass and outshine the very man who had sought to undermine his genius. In the dim glow of the candle, Augustine's mind barreled ahead, reliving the moment when the When the seeds of vengeance had taken root, fueling an insatiable thirst for power and recognition. With unyielding determination, Augustine delved into the forbidden realms of ethically dubious experimentation, driven by a burning desire to prove his superiority and exact revenge upon those who had wronged him.

They arrived without loyalty, but with hunger the kind only vengeance could feed. Bianca stood atop the cracked stairwell, rain dripping from her armor, her eyes like dark glass reflecting the torchlight below. “Look at what’s left,” she began, her voice slicing through the noise. “You’ve all hated each other. We hunted each other. Killed in my family’s name or because of it. But tonight, you answer to something older than loyalty.” She let the pause hang. “Vengeance.” A ripple passed through the crowd. Some spat. Some nodded. One voice shouted, “And when vengeance is done, who do we kneel to then?”