The Fox Revenge Novels & Stories

The fox cackled loudly, and I sneered at her and her gigantic shadow as they regarded me in disgust, as if I wasn’t worthy of their presence. “No, I will fucking kill myself and end this miserable life. My brother doesn’t have any heirs and my pup will die with me and in this way, your debt will be void. You can haunt my soul down and torture it in hell for all I care. At least I will be protecting everyone else. Who knows how many souls will suffer in your revenge war? No, I will not allow it.” I growled at the fox and she tilted her head to the side in confusion, as if she was seeing someone for the first time.

"This is for you, Ceres. Thank you for protecting both families' dignity in such a crisis. The Rothmans wronged you, but don't worry. I'll make sure you'll be compensated." I lowered my gaze and raised my glass. I was just about to speak when the doors of the banquet hall swung open. Daniel strode in, looking weary from his travels. My father, Tim Foster, looked furious. He set his half-raised glass down with a heavy thud. The grand banquet hall fell silent. John glanced at my father, gritted his teeth, and shouted at Daniel. "Get on your knees!" Daniel walked forward. He stopped in front of my father and bent slightly.

The heat crashed into my skin that was already getting used to the coolness of the forest, the roar of the audience thundered in my ears. The fox was still in my arms, I had expected it to vanish with the challenge stage. I stared at it in shock as the elder’s voice rang out. “The Scarvyn witch has taken first place.” The crowd erupted. I barely heard them over the pounding in my head, my heart was racing within me, and I desperately needed a drink. “As a reward, you get to keep the snow fox, consider it a gift from his majesty.” The elder added. My gaze instinctively moved to the obsidian theone

Test tubes, vintage remedy books, solvent bottles, and microscope slides cluttered every flat surface. Luke sat cross-legged on the floor, half-buried in reference tabs and chemical databases. Isla was curled up on the couch, one arm draped lazily around a cold brew like it was her emotional support drink. "Okay," Isla said, eyeing the chaos. "Is this your villain arc… or are we witnessing Elise Ford's full-blown chem nerd renaissance?" I smiled faintly, adjusting the microscope focus. "Depends. If Lara's cream has formaldehyde donors, it's revenge. If it's just mislabeled oils, it's nostalgia."

"You need to be careful, I don't think it will be easy to mess up with him." "I know. I need to play with his pride first.." "I know that you're trying your best for this revenge but please don't get hurt in the process. I rather have you just kill them right away instead of playing with their emotions." "It won't be fair, Wilson. For years, Rector Reyes tortured my parents. I won't let him die easily, he needs to experience the pain first then I will kill him with my own hands." I said in a cold tone. "How about Alan? He doesn't know a thing about this, so why attacking him?"

Yet, beneath the practiced sorrow lay a steely determination—a promise of retribution that would not be silenced. In the quiet of her penthouse later that night, Aurora sat curled in an overstuffed chair, watching the relentless advance of the scandal on her tablet. With each new article and broadcast segment, a part of her felt vindicated. She could almost taste the sweet satisfaction of justice as Dorian’s desperate attempts at damage control became more frantic by the minute. Every frantic call he made, every harsh command he barked at his staff, was a small triumph in her long-planned rebellion.

Because she knew that if she had told Mike or his grandfather that she had come here to take revenge on Lucas, they would never agreed. She knew very well that if she had told them that she had come here to take revenge on Lucas and that she wanted to destroy Luke completely, then Mike and his grandfather would have never given her permission to come here and they would never have let her come here. Because of this, she never told them about her revenge. Only two people know about her revenge; one is Lucian, and the other is Lina.

He wasn’t even serious with his question, but he was offended by her reaction. “Sorry to burst your bubble but, no. I know it was sudden, and you’re probably confused right now,” she said fiddling with her fingers from under the table. “Let me get right to the point. I want to get revenge. You heard my fiancé and half-sister’s conversation yesterday, right?” “Hmm,” Revan nodded. He placed his hand on his chin and tapped his lips before continuing. “Are you saying you want to use me for your revenge?”

“Why would I joke about something like that, princess?” “But why would you want to help me get revenge on my family? And how does marrying you accomplish that?” she pressed, her brows furrowing in suspicion. Sebastian leaned back, his confidence unwavering. “You ask too many questions, princess. But let me spell it out for you. The Ashfords—my family—own the biggest company in the city. By marrying me, you gain access to a wealth and status your family could never dream of. You can take back everything they stole from you. What better revenge is there than making them bow to you?”

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”