The Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

The vampires leaned closer. "This is how the mission would go," I said to him. I had ordered a few of the lycans, and a few vampires to be stationed at the northern side, where I was certain the cold would be a limiting factor to Rya's army. A few other vampires, I sent to the Southern side. They had the venom that could break through even the strongest wolves. They would be the first to strike and start the war. No matter where they were, I left them with the same instructions—to kill Rya at sight. If she died, her entire army would be weakened, and it would be easiest to clear them all out.

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

The man who had also lost a woman he loved, a woman who had died for a cause she believed in. She stumbled towards him, her body shaking, and collapsed into his arms. Dante, his rage momentarily forgotten, simply held her. He felt her frail, trembling body, the raw fear and pain emanating from her, and his grip tightened, a silent promise of vengeance. Her escape was a brutal, scarring journey. She was alive, but barely. She had lost her innocence, her naiveté, and now, Bianca, the only true ally she had ever known in this dangerous world. But in Bianca’s sacrifice, Amara had found something she had been desperately searching for all along: a purpose. A purpose fueled by grief, guilt, and a

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i

"But please, when something like this happens again, don't take such a risk again." Exactly what I wanted—the blind trust. By jumping in front of Mr. Fernandez and shielding him from the gunshot, I had finally gained the trust of everyone in the family. Now, my mission of vengeance will begin properly. A crooked smile spread across my face as I watched Sergio speak. I was definitely going to get even with his family soon. "Please be more careful," Sergio finished. "I will," I murmured. "I promise." A promise I wasn't sure of keeping. The price of vengeance was high and I was willing to pay for it.

“You’re focused. Good. But anger alone won’t keep you alive.” I shot him a glance. “I know how to fight,” I said, voice low, sharp. “Not just for me. For him… for them… for the life inside me. I’ll make them regret everything.” His smirk was almost imperceptible. “Good. But survival first. Vengeance… after.” Survival was preparation. Vengeance was execution. Two sides of the same coin. I returned to the folder, tracing every name, timeline, vulnerability. Every thread could be a weapon. Every weakness is a lever. Every careless move is an opportunity.

Thorne's POV “Did you make sure every one of them is dead?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silent night air like a blade. Silas, my Beta nodded. “Yes, Alpha Thorne. We made sure to clear them all. Not a single rogue is left breathing.” As much I wanted to believe him, I couldn't. I needed to cross check myself. So I started walking towards the forest. I’ve learned—never take anyone’s word as truth. In my world, I don't get to sleep with my both eyes closed.

I said cheerfully, "you're invited to our upcoming wedding." That's all. This is I will begin mine for vengeance. I'm going to hurt them one by one. Not physically but mentally and emotionally. I just stared at them intently. I'm not sure what they'll think of me, but the important thing is that I can exact my vengeance. "W-wedding?" She stammered. "Yup, it's close. Come on, I'll send you an invitation card." I said. I just looked into his eyes.

, Cassie chuckled "Get out." "Cassie..." "Get out!!! I said get out!!!" Sarah shuddered and immediately grabbed her bag. Before leaving she glanced at Cassie and said, "I'm sorry" After she left, Cassie slumped into her chair. She put her head in her hands and exhaled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Sarah like that. She was only trying to help. But she couldn't help it. The truth was, Cassie was feeling really bad. She felt really awful. She had read through the file her private investigator had given her. And she realized there were somethings about her mother she didn't know. So many things. It made her feel she wasn't a good daughter to her when she was alive. Now that she was dead

I said, looking out at the rain-lashed skyline of Philadelphia. ​The trap was perfect. It was a multi-front, lethal campaign designed to reduce the Vance dynasty to ash in less than twenty-four hours. My eyes drifted back to the monitor where the phantom Singapore trail was still flashing in a steady, rhythmic loop. Elena thought she was going to drug me tonight, and Daniel thought he was going to buy out my legacy tomorrow. ​They didn't know the monster they had truly awakened. By this time tomorrow, the Vances would be fighting for their survival in a courtroom, and I would be boarding my jet—ready to tear the world apart until I found the woman and children hidden in the shadows.