Novel & Cerita The Revenge Of The Chosen One

I asked, “what will you do with yourself?” He didn’t answer at once. For the first time that night his voice wavered. “I’ll find something worth keeping,” he said after a long pause. “Maybe.” I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe revenge could end with anything other than an echo. As he walked away, shoulders hunched against the cold, I felt the others’ plans still ringing in my head and knew we were stepping into a place where choices would be paid for in blood. Even so, a fierce certainty settled in me…we were chosen, and chosen meant we couldn’t turn back.

“Princess, I am not going to lie to you, but I am not going to sit by and accept what he did. And there is one thing you need to understand. An eye for an eye is real. In this world, you don’t take and not give. Blood for blood. A bullet for a bullet. Whichever way you see it. Revenge is sweet, and god forbid if you find yourself on the other side of it.” I pull her closer to my trembling chest again and softly whisper in her ear, “I am not going to sit here and not understand how hard this must be for you. And, yes, it is, unfortunately, a situation where you are going to have to choose a side. But princess, no sugar-coated fairies here; when this war is over, someone is going to die. And y

“They are afraid of being wiped and so they have joined hands with your kind because they believe they will be safe and you will win the war. The destruction I am talking about is the wrath of vampires which will wipe out the whole human race. The book of prophecy says a Chosen One will be born out of your kind and she will save all mankind, including your race.” Elder Donovan, finally getting it, got stuck at the last words and he asked, “How is she going to save us? Does it say she possess any special ability greater than ours?” “By turning you all into mortal bodies,” Aiden replied and he could see the expression on their faces. “Do you now see the reason why even the Chosen One is not sa

Elias asked, still pale from the ordeal. Dorian read the passage aloud, voice steady but shaken. “‘When the vessel of light bears the mark of the condemned flame, the bulb shall awaken. Within its fragile shell, the sins of the old shall reside, until the day of reckoning… when the blood of many will cry out for a savior. One who is both mortal and divine. The Chosen shall carry the voices of many, and silence the war of all. A forgotten one, Betrayed by love and cast away, Shall rise from ash and ruin, Wielding sorrow as a blade, To challenge the thrones of stars and sand alike.”

I think that thought made it easy for me to accept the darkness that started to surround me again, and I felt a single tear run down my cheek. The last one that would ever run down for that bastard. He had betrayed me and taken everything away from me, and even though it seems like he had won now, he had better be on his toes because I'm coming back for him. And not just him, but everyone who had done this to me. I'm coming back for blood. I embraced the darkness.

Every instinct told her that the game was far from over, and that the real battle had only just begun. In a quiet, almost imperceptible moment, as she stared out at the sprawling city below, Aurora whispered to herself, “What have I done?” The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her choices. She had taken back power from a man who had tried to control her life, but in doing so, had also opened a door to threats she had never anticipated. And somewhere, in the dark corners of the network of lies and revenge, someone was planning their next move.

"Not just mates. Not just lovers. A weapon. A system. A defense against the impossible." "Exactly." The Reaper confirms. "Your father chose revenge over sanity. You choose love over everything. That's your advantage. That's your power. That's how you win. He fights alone. You fight together. He's motivated by hate. You're motivated by love. And love, Aurora, is stronger than death. Always has been. Always will be." "When do we start?" I ask. "Now." The Reaper raises her hand. The foundation dissolves. Reality shifts. Suddenly we're somewhere else. Somewhere dark. Somewhere between worlds. Somewhere that exists only in death's domain.

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️ KAI of the Keepers) - Written by Authoress Marygold_slessor - 📌Do No Copy/plagiarise📌 Chapter Nineteen (19)

Indeed, Fathia no longer needs that. For her now, it's about ensuring that Alef faces his punishment. Prolonged suffering, the kind that Fathia has endured. Its revenge sparked by the bitterness inside her. Wrapped in years of accumulated resentment, this vengeance is the essence of Alef's blind heart and mind. The accumulation of all his discontent with life, fueling him to commit such heinous acts.

X_____________X Two days went by, and I was still sitting in this cold basement without any food. We didn't have any blankets in here because my mum never lets anyone go to this basement. At this rate, I might be dead, but I couldn't help but think about taking revenge, and for that, it was best to leave this country because first, I need to change myself. I don't want to live like a scared kid my whole life. I need to get away from him to plan against him. All I need to pretend was that I gave up and ready to follow his orders and make him think that he won, and that was quite easy based on my looks as I haven't eaten for two days and look weak. That's all I need, and now I need him to open