The Lady Nun Vows Revenge Novels & Stories

She barked on my face and I let out a bitter chuckle. Then picked up a red wine glass from a passerby waiter and threw it on her face. She didn't see it coming because she had never expected me to react like that. Because I was always a calm person. Taking revenge was not my style. But she should know people change with time. So does their personality. The Viviana she knew was Viviana Nash, a rejected, lone wolf. But the Viviana standing before her today was Luna of the Black Shadow Pack. Mrs Vivian Wang.

But no, the priest was right about one thing, her death would not stain this house. “Move faster,” I snapped, pushing the knife forward in a sharp gesture. She obeyed, silent, head bowed slightly, as if already resigned to whatever waited outside. I studied her face, the faint sorrow in her eyes. It disgusted me. She wanted pity. Forgiveness. Salvation. But all I saw was the woman who had fed poison into Raven’s veins while pretending to care for him. I would bury that face myself. I pushed open the church doors and the night hit like an accusation. Luna’s shoulders were narrow in the doorway, the hem of her soaked dress whispering as she stepped onto the stone.

"A disgrace in the eyes of the Lord and it shall be dealt as such. " Before the young girl could reply, the nun snapped her baby's neck, and all was quiet once more. ......... Rachel gripped the steering wheel and gasped as the vision released her from its grip. It took a few moments to compose herself and as her breathing evened, so her concern grew. Whatever evil resided in Cranston Asylum, had to be stopped. Was the nun in her vision Sister Evangeline? How could anyone be so cruel, as to murder a newborn baby?

Dante’s POV The nun hesitated, and I leaned forward slightly, sensing the weight behind her silence. “What happened that day?” I asked. She nodded slowly, her expression turning distant, like she was looking back at something she wished she could forget. “It’s a day everyone in this convent remembers,” she said quietly. “Mariella was still very young. A visiting Bishop came here, and when she greeted him, she touched his ring.” The nun paused, her voice tightening. “And then she told us about a sin he had committed thirty years earlier. In another country. Everything in detail.”

"You must take revenge for the atrocities they inflicted upon me. Anna, administer their punishment. Then, bring me their heads. Only then will the debt binding our destinies be repaid, and my soul can journey to the realm of the dead. Anna shook her head once more. Lady Cresta held her cheek so firmly that Anna was unable to pull away. Anna spoke, saying: "Who do you mean? Whom are you referring to? Whoever they may be, they weren't even alive when you were tortured by Adrianne. They are innocent." Lady Cresta chuckled mockingly. "Lady Tiana, Princess Donatella, the Mad King, Lady Arista, and I, our destinies are all intertwined by vengeance. In order to free me and complete your mission, y

Having a woman like herself gang raped was mean enough but having it recorded is pure inhumanity. Jeniva Manor is a devil. What is she waiting for then, she needs to begin her revenge, for her parents and for Isabella Manor. It has to begin immediately. “I will help you get revenge, this is my promise to you…” Lan blurted.

Through the door’s gap, Xyla Quest saw two people. She recognized that one of them was Christopher Lancelot. The other person was a lady who seemed to be close to Christopher’s age. The woman was kneeling on the ground with her hands raised in a surrendering motion. Her purse was open, and items like her perfume bottle and make-up were sprawled all over the ground… Christopher stood in front of her like a godly figure as he pointed a black gun at her forehead. The black and white parts of his eyes were distinct, and he had a murderous look in his eyes.

I quickly jumped from the metallic bed leaving the springs creaking, I carried my tiny bag, I looked once again at the tiny that I once thought was going to be my home, a flash memory of how excited I was after my vows and then getting the room. I sighed loudly, then I looked at the black woolen robes, I’d worked so hard to get it, I turned at once while in casual clothes and headed for the door, I heard tiptoes and whispers. I stepped out, I was met by one nun, obviously, the one who always wanted to be me so badly. Sr. Isolde. Her striking cold aura made one shiver as soon as she approached you. She stood in front of me, with a wide evil grin plastered on her face. Her deep blue eyes stare

I had felt his confusion, his misplaced anger, and his deep, hidden love for the woman standing before me. "The Manor is gone," I said, looking at the rubble. "Your mother and Lena are gone with it". But as I spoke, the ground beneath the fire began to crack. A hand, charred and black, clawed its way out of the burning wood. It wasn't my mother. It was Lena. Her eyes were no longer human; they were a bright, demonic red. "You think... it's that easy?" Lena’s voice was a distorted scream. "I made a deal with the moon before I came here! If I die, this whole land dies with me!"

“Vanessa poisoned herself to frame Isabella.” “You did not see the cup being switched. You did not see the toxin being poured.” Mira stated. “No,” I said. “But I saw the dungeon where they locked their Luna with silver shackles, I saw Isabella fight beside us, take a wound for a warrior she did not know, and warn us of an ambush.” Their eyes flickered at that. My mother tilted her head. “You believe her story of rebirth,” she said. “I do,” I answered.