The Strongest Hero Who Craves Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His need for vengeance demanded blood. I had just become the Alpha's greatest weakness and his perfect revenge, all at once.

Selena leans forward, desperation sharpened into ambition. “We’re going to destroy the Vale family.” “Because they banned your daughter from visiting you?” “No.” Her voice hardens. “Because my daughter deserves everything that girl has. And the world keeps giving it to Sheraphina instead.” Riker tilts his head. “Ambition suits you.” Selena’s eyes darken. “This time… we’re not sabotaging competitions or tests.” She lowers her voice. “We’re going after their power. Their alliances. Their bloodlines.” She smiles coldly.

I hope he feels the exact same way I felt years ago when he murdered my first Luna. Revenge, feels so God damn sweet. "More wolfsbane for me!" I sang and ended the call before he could respond. I was superior, I was fucking superior. No one can stand in my way now. I would be the strongest alpha alive and with her, no one will even think of trying to go to war with me. No one. Not even the so-called fearless leader of the crimson moon pack. The sound of a sob coming from the corner of the room had me rolling my eyes in irritation.

It was like a death sentence given when they hated me for no reason, from which I realized that crystal hearts are always unnecessary in this corrupt society. I think I need to be as cruel as Alva. Every time someone directs an attack on me, I will return it tenfold. But I ended up getting fired for what I did. Thanks to being tech-savvy, I was able to continue to be a freelancer, no longer struggling in the office environment. I am a selfish and cruel man, but looking at my life right now, it is a life of abundance, fullness, and without the worries of life. I think I deserve it, it's just that I'm still lonely.

No dog deserved such power. There was another reason why Mother was ready to destroy this pack. Camille, her biggest disappointment, was somehow connected to the Alpha. Camille failed the task that was given to her. She destroyed all the plans Mother had. The current situation was mainly her fault. She could stick to her role and provide the new land for the coven, but her greed led her to disaster. Now was the perfect opportunity for revenge. Mother hoped that warriors would win the battle, removing all obstacles to her glory. But they failed and got imprisoned.

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.

the one that was already filled with my insatiable desire for vengeance? I felt my heart burning with more hate for the beast standing in front of me—if that was even possible because I knew I had reached the maximum level of hate a human can have for another. "Thank you," the words burned my throat. Thank you? for what exactly? killing my father? making me miserable? destroying my carefully planned life and ambition? The irony was unbearable.

I whisper, my voice barely audible. She reaches up, her hand trembling as she cups my cheek, her thumb brushing away my tears. “If I had known sooner… if I’d been stronger…” I pull back slightly, staring at her. “If you truly mean this, then help me. Help me take revenge on Hannah.”

“I wanted to embrace my both sides, but I lost hope when two people that brought me close to being human, perished. Now that I found a person that makes me feel alive again, who makes me feel almost human and experience all the sentiments you despise, you want him to disappear? He actually makes me feel stronger, and finally, I can try to embrace all of me again. Father, that is my way and the only way. That makes me your and my mum’s daughter. Try to accept me the way I am, I hate being Lilith without being Meghan. This is how you made me. I’ll ask you this—up until now, have I ever disappointed you?” He didn’t answer but rather stared at me with a distant glint in his eyes. “My beloved has

I snap, storming toward my room and grabbing the small notebook I found last night—the one where I jotted down formulas that kept haunting my thoughts, along with a few I’d crafted specifically for Oliver. When I return to the living room, he’s still sitting, as if rooted to the spot. I toss the notebook onto his lap. The gesture leaves him speechless. “There. Enough perfume formulas to get your revenge on Oliver. And I’ll even give you the name of the man who betrayed you.” “That’s not necessary,” he mutters, finally standing. “Yes, it is. That way, we’re done. His name is Leroy. Satisfied now? Do you think maybe, just maybe, you can stop hurting me like Oliver did? Or do you believe I have