Sentence Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Victor's child. The revenge was ripening.

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, I found myself back at the windows, looking out over the city lights. Somewhere out there, Evan thought he was safe. Thought his fake death had bought him freedom. He had no idea what was coming. "Can't sleep?" Damian asked, appearing beside me as silently as ever. "Too much in my head," I admitted. "Anger can be fuel," Damian said carefully. "But it can't be the only thing driving you. Anger becomes vengeance, and vengeance is what The Balance warns against." "What's the difference?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Between justice and vengeance?"

“But don't forget, you will remember this day and hate yourself for it, I swear.“ Without another word, she shot up to her feet and walk back to take her place beside Knox. “Now, take her. Flog her until she can no longer move and throw her into the forest. Let her die there.“ Fear flashed in my eyes. I had expected banishment. Not whipping me. My baby won't survive it. My hands flew to my stomach. “Knox…. Please don't let them flog me. My baby….“ He scoffed. “Who cares about some bastard. Take her.“

Vengeance finds an opening, she plants her feet and throws her entire weight into a final, desperate punch. It connects squarely with the pit of my stomach. All the air leaves my body in a sharp wheeze. I fall to my knees, clutching my stomach, my forehead pressing against the cold floor. 7 minutes, 3 seconds. Vengeance stands over me, fist cocked back for one last blow. Her hand is shaking, her knuckles split and raw. She looks down at me. I’m shivering, trying to find the strength to stand. “Why did you kill him?” she asks, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Angell—” “I’m fine,” I rasped, clutching my side, blood seeping through my fingers. It hurt like hell, but I could stand. I had to. Veyra clapped slowly, mockingly, stepping closer. “Touching. But it changes nothing. You killed my brother, Lucian. Now I’ll take everything from you—starting with her.”

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

In the dead of winter, with all the doors and windows closed, the seven or eight people inside had no chance. None survived. Someone called the police. After investigating, they concluded it was arson and began looking for the culprit. Then Lydia stepped forward. "I did it." "You all deserved to die!" "My Kellan is gone — none of you get to live!" Agnes slapped her hard across the face. "What does your son’s death have to do with us? He brought it on himself!" "He drank himself stupid and started the fight. If he hadn’t attacked first, none of this would’ve happened!"

He was the Devil's spawn, he ruined the years she spent plotting, the suffering she went through all because of him, they amounted to nothing, her life's work was destroyed in a night, and worse yet, she and the others were the last remaining member of the Serpentine and they would die without even leaving behind a new generation, but there was still one more question she had to ask and the answer she already knew but still wanted to know, "Were you the one to kill Alister?" Yoshiki looked at the woman who seemed to age decades in front of his eyes. "Yes, my brother and I killed him together. You should have never taken the path of revenge because then you wouldn't have been in this position

Alan asked playfully, a quizzical smile plastered on his face. Ibrahim averted his eyes and remained silent for a while embarrassed from what he said just now, cursing himself in his mind. How could he just blabber about how lovely his wife is? He is going crazy and he blamed it for Anna. Alan still felt so amused, as he giggled a little. He tapped on Ibrahim's shoulder and grinned teasingly at him. “I'm sure you've grown fond of her, Ibrahim, but keep this in mind that the initial goal of your marriage was not love, but vengeance. If you love her, then fight for her, but if you are still very mad about the incident from twenty years ago, then continue your revenge plan. Choose one or you wi

Duncan’s gun barrel pressed on his forehead, and he knew his time was running out quickly. At this critical moment, Victor chose his words with a sly and provocative smile: - Too late, nephew. She must have become your sister-in-law by now... Victor’s words were like a sharp blade cutting through Duncan’s soul. His eyes, already laden with hatred, now burned with rage. He regretted not killing Louie when he had the chance, but would not make the same mistake with Victor. Without a second thought, Duncan pulled the trigger, ending Victor’s life in a final act of ruthless revenge.