The Strongest Hero Who Craves Revenge Novels & Stories

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

The darkness within him pushed him forward, fueling his determination with every step he took. As he continued toward the villa, the dark aura pulsed with his heartbeat, matching the rhythm of his growing rage. Every thought of Lara, every bit of tenderness or regret he might have felt, was swept away by the overpowering need for vengeance. All that was left was his anger and his desire to prove his strength as an Alpha.

"You locked yourself in for three days and look what mess you made your room into." I heaved a sigh while she tucked the loose stands of my hair behind my ear. "Are you still in pain?" She asked and my mind literally travelled to that awful day. I knew Alpha Jason was crazily strong but not to that extent. Ever since I was little, my strengths were on a dangerous level amongst my peers. Perhaps due to the Alpha's blood coursing through my veins or because of my sheer will for revenge. But that day, because of my reckless thinking. Alpha Jason won.

When she realized that she could not get a response, a longing for revenge within her grew bigger making ways for bright ideas. "My strengths are incomparable to those of that lycan who took your life, but my mind. I will create a weapon that will bring terror among lycans. That will make them shiver by only thinking about it as we do when we are thinking about them. I will kill Byron! I promise!" After that promise, she opened her computer then googled lycans. Nowadays, strength was not only measured in physical units but also mental. One's sharp mind could be a threat to creatures who praised their muscles in front of a mirror.

In the end, he let out a laugh, making me glance at him with a frown. While laughing, Angus asked. “So you think Mr. Valcarcel is the strongest?” Hearing his question, I clicked my tongue and smirked at him. “Of course, don't you think so? Although he's a psychopathic villain, he won't easily be defeated. Those assassins that are paid to kill him... in Mr. Valcarcel's point of view, they were just an ant that he could crush. Anyway, he's the strongest for me.” Then she let out a laugh, “I'm sure that those who hired the assassins are investigating why the people that they hired didn't come back or bring information because they were already killed or their minds can't function properly. Beca

Each was driven by compelling motivations that propelled them into a clash of titanic proportions. Asmo, a figure of loyalty and determination, fought with a burning desire for vengeance smoldering within him. His best friend, Johnny, had been mercilessly slain by Satan, igniting a fire of rage and grief within Asmo. Every strike he delivered was fueled by the memory of his fallen comrade, an unyielding determination to avenge Johnny's unjust death.

I cried like I had never done before as I had a liver as dinner. It tasted metallic and it wasn’t something. I was proud itof, but the moment I was done doing what she asked me to I felt a strange energy come into me and all of a sudden I felt like I was more Vicious, I could sense faster, I felt supernaturally stronger and the revenge felt in my heart only strengthened me. I knew that I needed to go for Damien. Damien is going for the throne and so am I, it will take us anything on the way and then I will take him out.

Hero voiced out. “And what do you know how to do best?” He flashed me a feral grin. “Find the truth, no matter what it takes, and hunt down the motherfucker…” I almost rolled my eyes. Everyone knew Hero had the power to simply enter Baxter's pack and demand the information. But why did he insist on the thrill of the hunt? It seemed he derived pleasure from the pursuit of death itself. But then again, I wasn't just discovering that right now. “You're disappointed about something… aren't you?”

I replied, still in shock. I couldn't help but feel nervous in front of this man; I heard that he was tagged as the strongest werewolf in his teenage years even till he ascended the throne of Solitaire Mystic pack and now. Rumor even had it that he murdered his family in cold blood. But on a second thought, I think the moon goddess just gave me the most perfect mate ever. He was strong while I was weak, and I urgently need someone to train me before I can begin my revenge.

I had to be smarter, stronger, and more resourceful than ever before. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to drift off, thinking about each of the people who had hurt me. Diana, with her hurtful tongue and cruel games. Mr. Hunter, who turned a blind eye to the torment we went through. Tommy and Jake, Dylan’s lackeys who followed his orders without question. And Dylan himself, the ringmaster of my misery. They were all going to pay, and I would make sure to achieve my revenge at any cost.