The Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

“You think you can stop Victor? You think you can stand in his way? He’s not like his brother, Liam. Kang Jin was greedy, yes. But he had weaknesses. He had family he cared about, people he loved. Victor has no weaknesses. He has no family, no friends, no mercy. He’s a realist. And he’s going to win. Because he’s willing to do whatever it takes.” “And right now,” Vance continued, “he’s sending someone to get that hard drive. A cleaning crew. They’re on their way to you right now. And they don’t care about leaving witnesses. So I suggest you do one of two things: either hand over the hard drive, and maybe, just maybe, Victor will let you live. Or run. Run as fast as you can, and hope you can

“He… won’t take her from me… not now. Not ever.” Lila’s grip tightened on his hand. “Then we fight him together,” she said. Her voice was steel wrapped in velvet, the voice of a woman who had endured betrayal, survived the cruelty of packs, and now had the power to stand beside her mate. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, carrying the approach of something dark, unstoppable, inevitable. The Alpha of Bloodthorn, the ruthless Vance, was coming—and with him, all the fury, power, and vengeance of a pack that would not accept defiance.

oden said to one of his guards, his voice echoing. Vanessa stepped backward alongside Malia, both their eyes trembling not wanting to face Annabelle. Vanessa's forehead perspired, rivulets of sweat populating her brows. They then stopped, they couldn't move any further. Their knees weakened, their legs joint free, no longer supporting their body weight. Vanessa kneels and then Malia. Duke Frenger envelopes the frightened crowd. He quickly grabs a sword from the floor, rushing towards Annabelle with the gait of a warrior, his sword raised up high, aiming to cut off Annabelle's neck.

Instead, she turned her wrist and slid the sharp glass needle beneath the heavy velvet mattress, hiding it deep in the dark gap where it could no longer touch him. Vespera pulled her hand back, resting her bare palm flat against Malakor’s chest, feeling his strong, steady heart beat against her skin. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against his shoulder, her dark tears absorbing into his warm skin. The revenge was dead. The assassin was gone. Vespera Vance had finally surrendered to her executioner, and as she drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep in the arms of the Death King, she knew that the real war for Noxus was only just beginning.

BANG-BANG-BANG! Blinding white light and disorienting shockwaves erupted through the chamber. Sophia screamed hysterically, covering her eyes as she fell to her knees. The mercenaries stumbled back, blinded and disoriented, firing wild, aimless bursts into the smoke. Out of the blinding haze, a shadow emerged. He didn't take cover. He didn't flinch. Damian Vance walked through the fire and smoke like an invincible god of vengeance. He wore a fresh, dark tactical suit, his broad chest unyielding, a silenced submachine gun held in his right hand. With terrifying, mechanical precision, Damian raised his weapon.

Sofia. Vengeance had a taste. It was bitter, metallic, laced with the promise of death. I could feel it on my tongue as I stood in the safehouse’s war room, staring down at the map of the city, my fingers trailing over the names we had carved into our list. Petrov. Mikhailov. Vaschenko. Their days were numbered. And tonight? Tonight, the countdown began.

“I came here because I trusted you. Because three years ago, when I put everything on the line—when I gave you those files, those contacts, those secrets—you looked me in the eye and swore you'd tear the Vaughn name down to rubble—we made plans and I even disappeared on the wedding day—when she showed up, you promised me you were going to find a way” Victoria’s voice dropped, calm and cold. “And I will. But vengeance isn’t a sprint. It’s a symphony. You don’t rush the crescendo.” Helena stared at her for a beat, then turned toward the window. Outside, the city pulsed like a living organism. Beautiful. Brutal. Hungry.

Camelia asked coldly. “That’s right, Madam,” Ronald replied with a firm nod. “Victor Vance could not accept the downfall of his business dynasty. For years, he had been planning his resurgence through a new group of mercenaries. His initial target was to weaken the Ashford family mentally by going after those closest to them, including Miss Joye, while targeting Daven, Aurora, and Revaline to create mass panic.” Daven clenched both hands on his knees. His jaw tightened once again. “So all this time, we were being targeted not because of some trivial matter, but because that bastard was seeking revenge for something that happened in the past?”

“You are losing control. I can feel it.” My wolf spirit surged in response. My vision sharpened and my heartbeat slowed dangerously. “Do not test me,” I warned. “Someone has to,” she said. “Because while you play strategist, you are forgetting what vengeance demands.” At that word, something inside me cracked. It was vengeance. It had lived in me for years. It had shaped every decision I made after the massacre. I had not forgotten every moment of alliance, compromise or restraint. I had not forgotten. Instead I had refined it all

Vance moved. So fast Lena almost missed it. One second he was standing there… The next he was gone. Steel flashed. The crossbowman choked. Vance’s blade had already opened his throat. Blood sprayed across the dirt. Chaos erupted. “Kill him!” Two hunters rushed him at once. Vance stepped between them like smoke. One blade swung toward his head. He ducked. His elbow slammed into the attacker’s ribs. The crack was loud. The man folded. Vance’s knife buried itself in his chest before he hit the ground.