Silent Revenge Novels & Stories

I added before he started mixing the ingredients. I looked down anxiously. My chest was rumbling. Evan was cheating on me. He'd betrayed me. He'd ruined everything we'd done together. After a few moments, the bartender returned. "Here you go, one tequini for all your troubles." No doubt, I choked back a chuckle. I raised the glass to the same height as my head, turning it slightly to stare at the amber-colored liquid reflecting the lamplight. "Fuck you, Evan Lynch!" I hissed and took a sip of the drink. A spicy and warm flavor instantly ran down my throat. This is better... this is better.

"That sounds like an adventure." "Who else is there?" An hour later, the guests were scattered everywhere, some were sitting comfortably in the living room, others were playing cards and the rest were bustling around somewhere. The older guests had said goodbye after dinner and Joshua was standing outside on the terrace wondering how to proceed. Hendrik and his wife talked to their guests in the living room. Now was actually the best time to break into the office. He pushed himself off the railing and sauntered into the house. He had drunk two bottles of “champagne” in front of the assembled team and had to move and behave accordingly. He went through the front door and avoided the living ro

And a cold voice whispered from the shadows. “Game over? Not yet.” The door slammed shut behind us. The real fight had just begun. The cold, heavy silence in the room was suffocating. The darkness wasn’t just the absence of light—it was a presence, a suffocating weight pressing down on me and Justin like an invisible hand trying to crush our spirits. To be continued...

Lilia and Klara had been rushed into the underground infirmary, poison coursing through them like liquid fire. The Silence toxin wasn’t ordinary. It was a demon in liquid form. One strain killed instantly—organs convulsing, flesh changing color while the body screamed. The other was worse—slow death, slow agony, the body alive while the brain felt itself tearing apart. Both were merciless. Both unstoppable. Doctors worked tirelessly, sweat dripping, hands shaking. Yet nothing worked. Then it happened. A nurse stepped out for supplies, only to return and freeze. A package sat where there had been nothing. No footsteps, no door opening—just sudden presence. Her heart hammered as she saw the bo

I saw it—the flicker of recognition in her eyes, the split-second doubt. Then, without warning, she pulled the trigger. I heard the soft pop of the silencer through the feed. Lucio’s body crumpled to the floor, the life drained from him in an instant. He was gone. But Sabrina wasn’t finished. She didn’t just kill him. She stood over his lifeless body, her breath shallow, her hand still gripping the gun. Her fingers twitched, like she was waiting for something—waiting for the moment to pass, for the horror to sink in.

The entire pack hall fell instantly silent. The doors burst open with a bang, and Nolan stormed in, the full weight of the Silverglade Pack’s leadership trailing nervously behind him. The moment he threw me a heartbeat's glance, Janine, who was still holding the knife aloft, was flung violently across the hall by an invisible force. She smashed through three support pillars and landed embedded deep in the far wall. Despite being Silverglade’s top warrior, Aiden had already collapsed into a trembling heap on the floor. Faelan, who was finally free, leapt up and ran to Nolan, sobbing as he threw himself into his father’s arms.

Rebecca leaned against the restaurant's back wall, taking off her mask as her lips curled into a cruel, trembling smile. She took a bite. I saw it. That’s all I need. The poison wasn’t instant—it was clever, subtle. A blooming dizziness, a lullaby to sleep. Long enough for Silva to get home. Long enough for her to die alone. She watched as Silva exited the restaurant, and it had ignited something sick and sacred inside Rebecca. So poised. So clueless.

Because the truth will come out. And when it does—I will rip every last wall she’s built down with my bare fucking hands. And I will fucking double everything because how dare she give out my pussy? She lets people disrespect my pussy? Fuck! How dare that pussy even clench another cock while it's supposed to throb for me? Me only! Selina’s POV There’s something about silence that’s worse than war. Because at least when they come at you with knives, you can see them. Prepare for them. Bleed if you have to.

Blood, so thick it’s almost black, gushes from her throat and mouth as she jerks helplessly on the marble tiles. Silvan just stands there and watches her, his breath coming in rapid, audible pants. Then he turns slightly and the camera catches his profile. Instead of remorse or pity, his face is carved in icy satisfaction… and relief? He turns away and a second later, the screen goes black, reflecting my own horrified expression. The silence that follows is deafening. I can still hear Dorothy’s screams. God knows I’ll be hearing it for a long, long time. Silvan’s emotionless face is definitely seared in my brain for life.

Silence had never been a problem for Victor. It was something he understood, something he controlled, something that obeyed him like everything else in his world. But Serena Moretti’s silence… was not the same. It wasn’t submission, nor was it fear in its simplest form. It was measured, deliberate, and that made it unpredictable.