The Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

But in that moment, something in me flinched away from it — some instinct that said not yet, not like this, not with her blood still under your fingernails — and instead of lifting the lid, I wrapped the box in an old cloth and tucked it deep into the bottom of my travel bag, beneath the two dresses and the small purse of coins that were now, apparently, everything I owned in the world. There would be time for the truth. Tonight, I needed to survive being alone. It was only as I was folding the second dress that my fingers brushed the back of my neck — an old, unconscious habit — and I stopped. There's a tattoo. At the back of your neck. Half of a heart, drawn in black. I hadn't thought to l

“Okay, weird. But alright.” I’d been seeing Hunter since he died. Talking to him. My mum would say I was losing my mind, but I knew I wasn’t. He was real to me. He always would be. Hunter had been everything. Strong. Kind. Chosen to lead. But everything went wrong. Vance accused Hunter of treason in the AlphaForge Academy. He was executed with Alpha Logan. Half our pack wiped out in a single night. And now, I was here at AlphaForge for one reason.

" I blinked back the tears pooling in my eyes and smiled at him while he gently grabbed my hand and gave it a small squeeze. Now I know the actual truth behind Shane's vengeance and dad's reasons for keeping me safe. And everything that went wrong from the beginning is all because of Shane.

She shook her head in negative as the feeling of claustrophobia enveloped her. "You asked him to leave the mafia, right? Then how in the world do you think he could find Lucas. Using the help of the police? Seriously!" He was angry and she was just crying, standing there feeling cold. "You know how Andrew is. He is not a normal guy. His family was killed when he was a child. He was so full of Vengeance that he did his first kill when he was a child. He is not a normal man and no one else knows that better than you." Ethan said slowly.

“When we left Alex after mother died, did we not promise that we will find our father and end him? Did we not promise that we will ruin his kingdom to the ground? Did we not say that we will avenge our mother? Tell me now. What have we accomplished every since? You have been the bane of my existence and you have to leave.” He drew out a spear from the thin air, set it on fire and aimed it at me. I quickly doged it. I conjured a round shield and aimed it at him too. He blocked it with his arm that had already become steel. The shield bounced from his arm right back to me. “Bane of existence! You want to talk about bane of existence?” I was hot with anger this time.

"I just said that my late foster father left a testament stating that he will pass down all of his assets, property, and wealth to me, with the only condition that I marry someone. It's unfortunate that Paul simply assumed this without realizing that my foster father had left all of his wealth to me while he was still alive." Alan is still taken aback by their talk. This man is both intelligent and dangerous. He had no right to drag an innocent girl into his ridiculous game. He is, without a doubt, a heartless person. Hatred and grudges have blinded his heart. Alan does not want to interfere with his game, but he does not like the idea of marriage. Throughout his vengeance journey, he will o

“Adrenaline’s making you bold. Standing on my training mat, in my wing, talking like you own the territory.” “I’m standing exactly where I belong,” she fired back, chest rising and falling fast. “You pulled me out of that clinic because you knew I was the only one who could tear the Vance empire apart from the inside. Don’t pretend this is charity, Mr. Thorne.” “I never claimed charity,” he growled, voice dropping into a primal rumble that vibrated through her. “I don’t do charity. I collect weapons. Right now you’re looking less like a broken asset and more like a serious fucking liability to my peace of mind.”

But I’m not. Because I’m not the same person I was ten minutes ago. My father is dead. My brothers are probably getting there too. My mother might be next. My house, my name, everything I was born into—smoke now. Ash in the wind. And the only person I thought would stand at my side has turned into a goddamn assassin. So I fight. I fight with betrayal screaming in my ribs and vengeance crawling down my spine. I don’t stop until he’s on the floor, twitching. Until the back of his skull cracks against the tile like a dropped glass. Until everything is silent again.

From the looks of it, Johnny was quite heavy-handed with the anaesthesia. After carefully confirming that the makeup hadn't gone off, Johnny breathed a sigh of relief. "Luna, I think we should bury him soon." "No, I don't believe this is an accident." Tears streamed down my cheeks as I muttered, as if I was about to shatter in the next second. "He's got a large-scale company, after all, so it's normal that people would be jealous of him… Come to think of it, he fought with Mr. Jones last month, and Mr. Terrence the month before that, too! Someone must've done this to him on purpose…

“So I'm not here to fucking stop you, why would I? I want to destroy Baekalis, her husband the way they almost did Denzel. We want thesame fucking thing.” “And the next time you fucking talk to me like that, I'll fucking gut you,” I finished, stepping towards him. I looked up at him, my own jaw locked in determination as the thirst for vengeance swirled in his eyes. The flame crackled a few feet away from us, the orange leaking into the brown of his eyes, hell hath no fury like an angel scorned. Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned indeed. ~•~ Over the course of the next few days, the rogues worked together with us, suiting up as we got ready for what could possibly be the biggest and las