Novel & Cerita The Strongest Hero Who Craves Revenge

He sighed, “I don't need to be you to understand what's going on here.” “Ares is the most powerful being to exist, he will do anything to protect his mate and you know he won't hesitate to kill you, just let things be man, you already have a beautiful life ahead, you are a lycan king, you have a lot to be grateful for move on.” his face filled with disappointment. I growl, “I will never relent, with how much he has taken from me, revenge must be mine.” I moaned. My phone buzzed in my pocket kicking me off my exchange with Adonis.

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.

There were even rumors that someone inside the pack was planning a rebellion. That was because after the fight at the altar, Kai had broken Dion's leg and silver had been injected into the wound, and it could never heal. Now he had a limp, becoming a crippled werewolf. He went down on his knees and begged for my forgiveness, swearing that he would never betray me again. But when I remembered everything that happened in my past life, I didn't want to see him anymore. I told the guards to throw him out, but he desperately grabbed me.

Happiness is so close, so close, it seems like just one more step to touch it, but all has gone up in smoke just because of this man. She vowed to hate this man for the rest of her life, to find a way to destroy him the way he did to her, but first she had to see his face clearly. With that, there was still a little strength left Vera to get rid of the other belt, quickly pull his neck close to her, remembering the face that had destroyed her life. Wherever she is, she will definitely return to this place for revenge.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

He has given everything to that person, ready to sacrifice even his life but in the end or was it from the very beginning that the same person has never chosen him, it was her that he chose. It was her. Her He H … His body and heart are wrecked. He was broken, broken beyond fix. It was never his choice, but he did not regret becoming one. And the thin barrier of choice for a broken person? It is either Forget or Revenge. Forget, forget. He isn't strong enough for that, so he decides on the latter. Revenge. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The night is darker than usual as many await for the rain to fall. In

"I can't bear the shame of losing my battle to those dragons... Curse me, kill me...” The Black Witch shook her finger, and a whirlwind of black filthy smoke dragged Igikran from the corner to stand in front of her. Igikran jumped up and said angrily, "I will avenge those dragons... I'll slice their heads to make a crown for my queen, and sting their bones to weave a garland. I'm going to take a bath in their blood...” The Black Witch remarked, “The wounded mind is the strongest of all. It cannot be overwhelmed by any legendary heroism. Avenging feel proliferates one’s power by thrice their original power. Raise my warrior, Build yourself”

The hero's light wavered as doubts resurfaced, but they steeled their resolve, knowing that their destiny was bound to face trials and betrayals. "You were destined for greatness," the adversary sneered, their heart consumed by envy. "But I will be the one to shape the cosmos in my image." With each clash of power, the hero discovered that their true strength lay not just in their abilities but in their heart and their unwavering belief in the power of unity. As the dust settled and the adversary's malevolence was quelled, the hero faced a pivotal choice—to embrace vengeance and perpetuate the cycle of darkness or to offer mercy and break the chains of hatred.

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my