The Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

“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.

Will asks, though I nod, I certainly am not, I am drenched, my plan is ruined, above all, I've lost my face before the people I badly want to get revenge on. “Do you want to come with me? To clear your head?” I shake my head, after all I barely knew him, he wasn’t even among the the list of people in the file I had studied. “I’ll wait here for my Boss.” “The same boss who let you get harrassed like that? If you ask for my opinion, no one there wants you around, their hate is so visibe, it’s dangerouns working with the Bouchards too,” Ethan doesn’t hate me. I wanted to correct him, but how sure am I about that?

But the phantom anticipated the maneuver, slipping through an invisible backdoor, severing the connection, and completely locking Leo out of his own secondary drive. Then, the red screens went completely, dead black. In the center of the darkness, a single line of crisp, white text slowly typed itself across the main monitor: The Covenant isn't dead, Your Highness. And neither are the Vances. Leo stared at the glowing letters. The Vance family. The lethal syndicate assassins who had tried to murder him when he was just five years old. His father had wiped them off the face of the earth. Or so they thought. Below the text, a tiny, glowing icon of a shattered glass rose blinked steadily.

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.

Pain seared through my scalp as my hair was yanked, and the next thing I knew, I was thrown back with such force that the flowerpot in my arms shattered on the ground. Julian stepped past me, wrapping his arms protectively around the weeping Averil. "Victoria, so what if that rag was something your murderer of a mother left behind? It’s just a rag. Using it as one is fitting." My mind exploded, the words echoing like a deafening roar. With one hand clutching the torn handkerchief and the other gripping a jagged piece of the broken flowerpot, only one thought consumed me, “Die! They both deserve to die!”

I said, stepping in front of him. He lifted my chin gently, his eyes softening slightly. “You don’t get it, Aurora. They made you hurt me. They made you leave me. I was hollow for eight years because of them. And the ones responsible? They are still there. Still hurting others, still weaving the same darkness.” he said quietly. My chest tightened as he spoke, the intensity of his pain crashing me like a wave. He bled for me, waited. And now, he wanted vengeance in my name. He took my hand as we walked toward the hall.

Vittoria, her hands and legs tied together, she was lying on what looked like hay, with hay clinging to her hair and her eyes closed. Below the picture was a text. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT “The Gambino's sent it five minutes ago. They know we're going to retaliate. We should–” Valerio said. The chair scraped back as I stood up. Valerio flinched, stepping back. “I think we should sacrifice her, she'll have to be collateral damage.” “We'll just have to?” I asked him. “You presume to tell me what should be done?” “N-no sir. But we can't change our plans because of an assistant, if you don't take revenge they'll see you as weak. So…”

I saw flashes then—future upon future—each worse than the last. Adam standing on a battlefield, bloodied and broken, reaching for me as the light drained from his eyes. His brothers falling one by one. The palace collapsing. Kingdoms burning. Emptiness stretching on long after the last scream faded. “This is the price,” the woman intoned. “Innocent blood for vengeance.” “No,” I whispered, sinking to my knees. “I wanted justice.” Lightning struck the ground between us, splitting it open, fire roaring up from the fissure. And I screamed—