Sentence Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

The vengeance he sought was not just for himself, but for Lena, the woman he loved and lost because of Samantha's selfish actions. Celso's heart burned with a cold, unyielding fury. Samantha might think she had escaped the consequences of her actions, but she was wrong. He would be her reckoning, and she would see that vengeance, once ignited, was a fire that could consume everything in its path.

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.

Allowed someone else to touch what was mine. My hands balled into fists at my side. I should go up there. The option of dragging him kicking and screaming back to the penthouse didn't sound so cruel now. If anything, it didn't sound like punishment enough. But no. What was it Vincent had said again? Something about vengeance being sweeter when given in measures. I was going to measure the hell out of this little fucker.

He did not look down at his son's face, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles in his neck looked like iron wires. "The execution order is rescinded," Marcus announced, his voice a flat, dead frequency that carried out to the waiting vanguard warriors. The elite guards lowered their shields, a collective murmur of shock rippling through the ranks. Marcus turned his cold glare toward the sky. "But the law of the Ridge will not be mocked. For the crime of treason and the murder of Beta Thomas, Devon Vance is hereby sentenced to permanent, absolute exile from these territories. If his boots ever touch the valley floorboards again, he will be executed on sight."

I snapped, slamming a file onto the podium. “Thirteen murders,” I said. “Now tell me, Mr. Vance, do you think you deserve to walk free?” I gave my closing remark, completely obliterating any chance the defense had to rescue this hardened criminal. The judge finally spoke up. “With the evidence piled up against you, Mr Vance, the court finds you guilty.” I gave myself an internal pat on the back. “The court sentences you to twelve years in prison with no option of parole.” The judge banged his gavel and the cops grabbed both his arms leading him away.

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 looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”

But what he received was a sentence from her filled with boundless resentment: "Just go, I don’t want to see you." "Hey, don't be like this, there must be some misunderstanding in all this..." "Misunderstanding? Fine, let's say it's a misunderstanding. Go back and check to see what the truth is. I'll wait for you to clarify this misunderstanding!" She lost control of her emotions and pulled out the needle from her hand. Blood seeped out from the puncture, but she didn't try to stop it. She just stared at him with eyes full of hatred:

Agreement. This was right. This was justice. "Wait for me," Sera whispered, pressing one hand to her chest where the mate bond had once lived, warm and golden and perfect. Now there was just scar tissue and ice. "This won't take long. Six weeks-maybe eight at most. And then..." She didn't finish the sentence. Didn't say what would happen then, after the revenge was complete and Kael Stormridge was destroyed and Marcus was avenged. She didn't know if there would be anything left of her after. Didn't know if she cared.