The Lady Nun Vows Revenge Novels & Stories

Her heart was pounding very heavy. She wanted to cry for having been such a failure with her strict implementations. Were the rules not enough? Was she not doing good? Why is this disgrace happening then? She closed her eyes and breathe slowly, savoring the air and filling it to her lungs. As much as she wanted Alexandra out of this, she just can't let this pass. Yes. What they just did was very forbidden. 'Alexandra... She isn't someone to do such an act.' Deep inside the elder nun, she knew the young lady was just framed. But she couldn't help thinking otherwise. Her mind is polluted. She just saw it, they were acting profane and vulgar in front of her.

The night her village was reduced to ashes, Thalynne lost everything. Her parents were slaughtered. Her pack was wiped out. And she was dragged away in chains to serve the ruthless Were King, Ragnar, the very monster she blamed for her family's destruction. For years, revenge became the only thing keeping her alive. Then fate played its cruelest joke. On the night Ragnar is meant to claim another woman as his mate, the Moon Goddess binds him to the one person who would rather see him dead. Her. Overnight, the slave becomes the Luna of the kingdom she swore to destroy. Ragnar insists the bond means nothing beyond producing an heir. Thalynne refuses to forgive the king w

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."

he replied through gritted teeth. "So she’s practically innocent?" Dave raised a brow, making Andreas look at him. "She’s not innocent. Her criminal father has done enough. And he left his daughter behind to pay for all of his evil deeds," the woman roared with hatred, once again answering for him. Andreas, on the other hand, remained silent as he averted his eyes and looked at his glass. *** The moon was bright in the clear sky, making the night even more beautiful. The road was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the cold, gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. There were only a few passersby, as it was already past midnight.

It was three against one and even if she hurts one of them, the other two could still take her. “Well, I will be damned either way, it's better to go down with a fight…. you should have left me there….. or was this part of his ultimate plan?” Carly's head was filled with different thoughts. The lady in their midst strolled in her direction, maintaining her smile and looked so innocent. “Hello dear. Do not panic, we mean no harm. I swear with the blood of the moon.” Carly was entranced, she couldn't stop staring at the lady in a daze like she had lost her sense of speech and the reason for her panic. As soon as the lady attempted to place an index finger on Carly's forehead, Carly dug her pin

“Swear your loyalty to the bloodline buried but not broken. Swear it now… or be consumed by the fire I will unleash.” One by one, they bent their knees. Men and women once shattered by war. Now resurrected by her promise. And in that moment, something new began, not with bullets or betrayals, but with a mother’s vengeance forged in shadow. ~~~~~~~~~~ As Luciana walked out of the chamber, the flame-lit corridors echoing behind her, she pressed a button on an encrypted device. A string of names lit up on the holographic screen. One name glowed brighter than the rest:

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

The parchment was brittle, the ink faded, but I knew every line by heart. Once, that place had been holy. Once, I had knelt there beside her two sisters of the moon, swearing to keep the balance between light and shadow. And then she had broken the vow, drowning everything in fire. Maybe this was the goddess’s game: to force me to relive it until I chose differently. But I wasn’t the same naïve Luna anymore. I clenched the goblet until it cracked, red wine spilling across the table like blood. “No,” I said softly. “This time, the promise dies with her.”

Chapter 39: Monica’s plan Monica “Get out of here now! You bitch!” I queried one of the maidens who poured a drink mistakenly. It was one of the biggest mistakes of her life because I saw almost giving her a dirty slap. “I’m sorry my lady, I just didn’t think straight, maybe I’ll have to do the right thing next time,” she voiced. Her eyes dimly gazing at the water on the ground as she stood in freight. I was totally disappointed in her to the extent that I stood to my feet with rage. My eyes flashing with aggression and my fist dashing to the corner of her face that she bent to pick up the tray.

Not even a trace. Lady Bana closed her eyes for a few seconds and drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she rose to her feet. Her face was calm, but inside her, a storm was beginning to rise. A cold, burning kind of anger that no one, not even the gods, could put out. She didn’t even look back at the spot where Noah had died. She will be going back to the castle she had just returned from, the castle in the sky to wake up Myrrak herself and Lynn won't stop her.