The Strongest Hero Who Craves Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We take out wolf after wolf whatever we aren’t able to fight off the second line picks up, but nearly no one makes it through. I growl triumphant towards the Alpha who howls now animating ever other available wolf to attack when even he starts charging towards us. I am not going to lie; I am kind of scared but the anger is just so overwhelming I don’t have much time to be scared at all. I want revenge more than anything. I want to revenge my father, the pain my mother has to go through losing her soul mate.

The Demon Lord proclaimed and laughed. The hero was shaken by Demon Lord Von's words, "I already know that. That's why if I die a new hero will be born again, and that time. You'll surely be defeated!" The hero said because he does know that he's the 4th hero sent to kill the Demon Lord. "I look forward to your death," Von replied enthusiastically. The hero charges yet again towards Demon Lord Von. They exchanged blows but this time, each of the hero's hits is much stronger than before. Even the demon lord was not expecting it. But because of this, he gets more exhausted faster.

Lucius drew his hand to fend off more enemies, but at this time I suddenly realized that my physical strength seemed to have some trouble keeping up. My body had long been soaked with sweat and blood, and every muscle was aching, but now was not the time to give up. Images of how the warriors of the Nightshade Pack murdered my people appeared in my mind, these warriors all towering over me, they never treated anyone as a human being, they mocked, humiliated, and completely destroyed my Pack just for pleasure! The desire for revenge deepened in my heart, which seemed to trigger some power inside my body, and as one of the warriors in front of me was about to pounce on me, my furious claws had

His eyes filled with a hint of disdain. He sucked on the candy for a while in silence, still staring into the distance. I was beginning to doubt he heard what I said earlier when he finally looked at me. "Sam, I do want revenge against Jared and the long family, but I won't stoop so low as to exploit a woman." I was confused; if he didn't want to use me, why did he approach me in the first place? "If I wanted to exploit someone, I would pick Leila or Jade over you, obviously you can't keep up with Jared, and you guys are already divorced, remember."

I nodded in acknowledgment, but before I could step inside, a teasing voice rang out behind me. “Kian,” I muttered under my breath. If Thorne was the man who used his brain, Kian was the one who relied on sheer strength. This boy—no, this man—was the strongest I’d ever encountered aside from Hades. He was like Liam, a lost soul Thorne had saved when he was young. They called him the Grim Reaper because no matter who his target was, he always returned with their head. His reputation was unmatched. I had once tried to lure him to my side, but his loyalty to Thorne was something beyond my understanding. It was unwavering, almost sickening.

Her strength was not just physical; it was rooted in the love and support she had received from Ethan and her pack, as well as her own unwavering belief in justice and redemption. In the midst of the confrontation, Aline's true strength shone through. She offered the villain a chance at redemption, a chance to break free from the chains of darkness and embrace the path of light. As she stood before the villain, she saw a flicker of remorse in his eyes, a glimmer of the person he had once been before he succumbed to darkness. It was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to ignite a spark of hope in Aline's heart.

“Victor isn’t helping Dante out of loyalty.” The old man’s gaze fell on Mr. Blackwood’s old photograph sitting in the corner of the desk. “He wants revenge on the Blackwood family through Dante.” And that was far more dangerous than merely a desperate man who had lost his ex-wife. Because now— someone was deliberately pushing Dante deeper into destruction. Peter immediately grabbed his phone and called Darius. The call connected a few seconds later. “I found the person helping Dante,” Peter said without preamble. Darius’s expression immediately sharpened. “Who?”

She suffered in agony for a week, and her body had already started to rot by the time anyone found her dead at her home. - "You stayed by Magnolia's side all those years, so I expected you to be very loyal to her. Why are you willing to come to Alderland with me?" I turned and looked sharply at Robin, who stood there with his head lowered. He shifted slightly, then answered with complete sincerity. "Dr. Walker used to be a capable, ruthless woman who got things done. But after she became obsessed with Quinton, she turned into someone petty and vile. Dr. Foster, I'd rather follow someone truly capable like you."

“Of course I am,” Xavier helped her up to her feet and he stared at her. She was bleeding from a cut on her head, her nose, her lips and her jaw. She looked like one who had barely survived five months after being recruited to fight against a terrorist group and Xavier knew that he shouldn’t be using her to fight his battles for him. “Rhea…I don’t think you can go on…” Rhea turned to face him and laughed hysterically. “You don’t think that I can continue? Do you realize I’m the daughter of the strongest lycan in the history of the universe? Calistè is dead meat today. Leave her to me.”

Just a glance into their eyes, I can see the pride and admiration in them. My wolf's presence commands respect, her unwavering bravery serving as an inspiration to all who stand witness. In this moment, the warriors have realized the true strength that lays within me. A strength born from a deep well of pain, channeled into a relentless pursuit of justice. Today, I am seeking retribution. Not just for myself but everyone who has been hurt by Connor and his depraved backer, Vornt.