The Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

The knife gleamed under the light. The third twin stood in the doorway. His dark hair was the same. His scar was on his neck. Luca stepped in front of me. Eli stepped in front of the girls. The man laughed. A bitter, broken sound. He said his name was Vance. Vincent and Victor were his brothers. Both were dead. Now he would finish what they started. Luca asked what they started. Vance said protecting the family. Derek had hired Victor to protect Nova. Victor had done his job. Vincent had wanted revenge. Vance wanted peace.

Tessa started. "No." I held up a hand. "He's right. To a point." I walked back to the table, planting my palms flat on its surface. "But here's the thing about vengeance Dathan. It's personal. It's small. Dexter's operation spans three states. Maybe more. If I kill him tonight and believe me, I've thought about nothing else for a week someone else steps into his place by morning. He took my mate, and poisoned me, getting Nina back and freeing the other captives if they were any alive was my soul aim. If I kill him someone might take over the business stay open. The sales continue." I leaned forward. "But if we expose him. If we drag every buyer, every corrupt Alpha, every human collaborator

“You were only a child back then when your mother was murdered. Anyone would have wanted revenge for that—” Yuri cut Ren off. “I knew what was going to happen,” she stated, not looking at Ren, and the guy could only stare at Yuri. “I knew what was going to happen if I pursued the path of vengeance. My mother and uncle have never really told me what my uncle did when I was a child. But I’ve learned enough from my mother that I actually knew the nature of his job.” Yuri gave out a small sigh. “Hatred and vengeance begets nothing but more pain and suffering. My mother told me that enough times in the past.” She sighed. “But I didn’t care. Now…I suppose I’m paying the price for my decision.”

The Ventura family’s eyes, the security feeds, all of it tightening after Caspian’s death. Or maybe because something worse is already in motion. Either way, the show is about to begin.

"I can't. I'm too big, too slow with this leg. And they have thermal scopes. If two of us run, they'll see the heat signatures and open fire." "I'm not leaving you!" I scream, grabbing his vest. "We swore! We swore we'd stay together!" "We swore we'd protect the heir," he says. His voice is calm. Terrifyingly calm. "This is how we do it, Thalia." He grabs my shoulders. His fingers dig in, grounding me. "Listen to me. Vance wants a villain. She needs someone to blame for the dead agents, the dead Reapers, the burning river. If she doesn't get a villain, she'll paint us both as terrorists. You'll go to federal prison. The baby will go to the system."

She looked at her own reflection in the wine glass before bringing it to her mouth. It's been three years and until now, her memories were still wiped out. However, she had prepared herself for a long time to carry through her plan; to return to the country as Leigh or Damara and show the Fuegos everything she was not before the incident that killed her sister. The only thing that kept her breathing for the last three years was her hatred for the people who killed Leigh. They said that the most dangerous animal in the world was a woman thirsty for vengeance; Minah would soon make Gil Salvador and the Fuegos realize how true that statement was.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

“We are safe for now. Your father will protect us. We have come too far to lose everything now.” Damien coordinated with Vance’s team, planning escape routes and contingency measures. Madeline offered what knowledge she had of Victor’s remaining resources. But the truth settled over us like a heavy blanket. Victor had uncovered the lie about my death. He knew I was alive and carrying his supposed heir. And with his empire in ruins, his only focus was revenge. He would hire the best mercenaries money could buy. Men who specialized in finding hidden targets. Men who would not stop until the job was done.

He saw how he had thrown my body into a ravine to rot after exploiting my entire family to secure his position as Alpha. ​"W-What is this...?" Vance shrieked hysterically, shaking his head violently as if trying to rip a ghost out of his skull. "No... this never happened! Who the hell are you?!" ​"I am the Thalia you murdered in the dark, Vance," I whispered directly into his ear, my voice dripping with a vengeful satisfaction so profound it pulled a silent tear from the corner of my eye. I wasn't crying from sadness; I was crying because the suffocating weight I had carried alone since being reborn was finally lifted tonight.

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.