The Taste Of Revenge Book 2 Novels & Stories

She shoves the guy forward, and his clothes begin to rip as he shifts. My snout twitches. Once I’ve taken him out, I’ll have her all to myself. He races towards me, but I meet him halfway. There isn’t a single part of my mind that feels sane. My veins are overflowing with a desire for revenge, for blood, for their pain. I’m so damn close. We clash together and struggle on the floor. I try to press down on my legs, but his claws slip down my ribs. A pang of tenderness makes me howl. I move my paw and aim it towards his cheek, ripping off the flesh on his face with my sharp claws.

"Really? But how come you're still looking for that woman?" My smirk slowly vanished from my lips. Anger boiled within me like a relentless inferno, consuming everything in its path. It surged through my veins like a raging river, coursing with unchecked fury. "You will never find Nieva, Greval! Because she's fucking dead! Move on from her!" My pulse raced as I felt my blood boiling through my veins. I breathed heavily, almost as if I would burst. "Say another word and you will fucking regret it, Zamara."

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

“But what I got... was the smell of blood soaked into the fucking tiles.” His voice dropped to a cold whisper. “They say revenge is poison. That it eats you alive from the inside out.” He took a slow sip of whiskey. The ice clinked gently in the glass. “But that night? When I saw my mother’s blood staining the marble floor and my father’s mouth was still open like he wanted to scream but didn’t get the chance...” He let out a dark, hollow chuckle. His eyes were distant now, detached. “That poison tasted sweet.”

I was doing more than seducing. I was sinning... with my ex-mate’s uncle. And it felt so damn good. Who knew revenge could taste so wickedly sweet? ****************** I opened my eyes slowly, staring at Raze as he focused on the document in his hand. Surely, I wouldn’t be able to face him again after everything that had just happened. Oh gosh, what did I do? I could still hear the moans—my moans. Fvck, I felt so shy and embarrassed.

Over and over again she hit me with her small fist, as I shortened each of the nails on that hand with my teeth. “Do you know how much a good manicure costs, you son of a bitch. That- ow.” Blood, suddenly I could taste it in my mouth. I must have bitten too short and made her bleed. Closing my lips softly around it, I sucked. Instantly the atmosphere in the car changed. There was a raspy breath and our eyes clashed. There it was , the fire. The heat of it was already threatening to engulf me but it was threatening to burn her up as well.

The call ended. Ava stared at the black screen, nails digging into her palms until her eyes burned. She knew she was in trouble. Not because of the money, or her mother’s life. But because in that moment, when Landon had pressed her against the glass, forcing her to watch New York burn beneath her, she had tasted the sweetness of revenge. And the sweetness of being utterly possessed. Terrifyingly, she wanted to taste it again. Dawn broke, pale as a fish's belly. Ava threw the phone into the trash. She lit a new cigarette and this time, she inhaled deeply.

And somehow, she had returned. Panic rose, but it didn’t last. Fear had no place here anymore. Trevon had thought he could end her, but the universe had other plans. She was alive, and this second chance came with a promise: this time, she would control her destiny. Stepping onto the streets, the city seemed to recognize her rebirth. Everything smelled sharper, brighter, more dangerous. Faces had changed, but the rhythm of the city hadn’t skipped a beat. And somewhere in the chaos, she would find her revenge—and maybe, a new kind of love.

Revenge was the only thing that kept me alive when everything else was taken. My teenage years were gone. Wasted. While other girls lived. While other girls laughed. While other girls dreamed. I planned murder. I planned revenge. And now— I was twenty. A murderer. Pregnant. Carrying the child of the man I was supposed to destroy. A bitter taste filled my mouth. I had nothing left to lose. Nothing. I couldn’t even take back what belonged to my father. His name was poison. His empire was built on bones and fear. If I stepped into it, it would swallow me whole. I wouldn’t last a day.

Damien’s voice still echoed in my head as I walked away: I love you. Love was easy to say. Love was cheap. But revenge—revenge was earned. Two days before the wedding, I lost everything. And in that same moment, I decided to take everything back.