The Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

She had put up a good fight, but I knew in the end there would be no way that she could keep up the fight without killing herself. “How much longer?” Julian asks. “Not long now. See the mark on her neck? It’s already disappearing.” I mentioned, pointing to the red and irritated portion of skin on her neck. “Good. Call me when it’s done.” He walks out of his room probably to meet with Teresa and Nial about their plans. These rogues don’t know that I’m undermining their plan with one of my own. They think I’m here to help them kill the shifter royal family, which in part is true. However, that isn’t all I want to do. When that bitch of a Luna Queen killed me all those years ago, I knew we had

Beneath the portrait, a bounty amount was listed, staggeringly large, followed by two words that made my blood run cold. *Dead or alive.* I forced my expression to remain neutral, drawing on reserves of discipline I hadn't needed to summon in years, even as every instinct screamed at me to calculate exits, weapons, the fastest path out of this room and this palace entirely. Somewhere beneath the calm mask I'd built, a much younger version of myself the girl who had knelt beside her parents' bodies and sworn an oath in a voice that hadn't yet learned to stay steady was screaming that this was how it ended. Not with revenge. Not with answers. With a locked room and a piece of paper that knew h

“I wouldn't put it as if she was negligent when it all happened intentionally. She had been banging him behind your back for the longest time. While you were hoping to make the wedding night a special one for her, she was busy banging the subordinate of your brothers.'' Brandon gulped down the entire glass in one go and so did Carl. Brandon pours them a second glass, but Cassandra says no words. She could tell the men could not ease their minds without consuming something strong. “She swapped my bullets with fake ones. I did not want to believe it at first but my men have me in mind before themselves. While other gangs rise and fall as fast as they rise, my brother and I have kept a strong t

--- Thirteen Years Ago The scent of blood and ozone had been inescapable that night. Malcolm had found her—Genesis Walker—trembling in the shadows of her father’s laboratory. Her father, a genius scientist whose only crime was discovery, had been torn apart by Victor Hynes, the brutal henchman of Jacob Cross. Malcolm had arrived too late to save the man, but he would not lose the daughter. He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid.

She grabbed a cup of water from her car and poured it over my canister, trying to block the spray. Then, without warning, she snatched up a military shovel and swung it viciously in our direction. I could not let go. If I did, Benjamin would fall to his death. With him strapped to my back, I had no time to dodge. The shovel came down hard, slamming into his arm with a sickening crack. His scream tore through the pit as blood splattered across the sand. Then, he fell unconscious. Celeste spat, "You filthy piece of trash! Still trying to turn Vincent against me? Let's see how many more hits you can take."

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we

The metallic ring of Alpha Vance’s double-headed battle-axe leaving its iron loop was the spark that set the entire square ablaze with tension. The heavy steel blade slammed onto the wooden floorboards of the ritual platform with a hollow, booming thud, vibrating through the stone foundations beneath Elena’s boots. Vance’s face had completely transformed into a purple, veins-bulging mask of primitive desperation. He looked up at the hundred silver-tipped arrows glinting from the eastern ridges, then down at the broken, shivering mess that was Damon Mikaelson lying in the mud. He knew the political alliance was dead. The iron mines were lost. All that remained was raw, bloody survival.

I ran my finger down the hilt. “You want death?” I whispered to the silence. “Then I will give you extinction. I will be sure that each and everyone that chose to defy me is going to learn their lesson. I'm not going to wake up, not again, and if it is love that I need to fight against, then it is what I'm going to do.” And when Damon opens that letter… he’ll know. He’ll know this isn’t politics anymore. This is vengeance. This is blood. This is the beginning of the end.

And yet, once again, Vittoria had come within a breath of being torn from his arms, and the thought of it carved into him like a buried blade, splitting open wounds that bled in silence. ‘It’s time to collect what’s owed… and this one will be paid in blood.’ Vincenzo thought, craving vengeance without the slightest trace of remorse, because their enemies had dared to put Vittoria at risk. His fingers slid through her hair in a reverent touch, while the fury simmering under his skin hardened into a promise of retaliation. “Bella, we need to keep moving.” Vincenzo said, aware that staying there was far too dangerous, especially when they could still be hunted.