Vengeance Awakens In A Dream Novels & Stories

She could feel it, almost as if she was living this dream more vividly than the rest. Finally, when the boy turned around, half of his face had been blurred out by dark shades, his chestnut brown hair being the only thing Alexandra could barely recognized. “You know,” He spoke, the sound of his honey soft voice startling her. “Vengeance can be sweet, but destructive. If you feel like the whole world has wronged you so bad, why not just get stronger and show them what you’re truly made of. That way no one would dare mess with you again, right?”

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

"She is in the dark cage." The room seemed to darken, consumed by the flames of my fury. Every fibre of my being yearned for retribution, for the blood of those responsible to stain my hands. The monster within me roared, its hunger for vengeance echoing in my mind. Yes, it was time to unleash the full force of my wrath upon the despicable individual who had dared to harm Anya. This person had not only inflicted physical wounds but had also awakened the painful memories of my past, a past that I had fought so hard to bury.

Revenge had become an obsession, an all-consuming force that eclipsed reason, sanity, and any remaining trace of compassion. Images flashed through my mind, rapid and relentless. Daniel's face twisted in terror, his eyes wide with regret. Jessica, fragile and broken, her world crumbling around her. I reveled in the visions of their downfall, the ruin I could unleash upon them. They would taste the bitter fruit of their actions, the consequences of their betrayal.

As sleep finally claimed me. The next morning, I woke up with revenge burning fiercely in my mind. As I entered the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. My face bore the weight of my vengeful thoughts, the lines etched with a mix of determination and malice. It was time to put my plan into action, consequences be damned.

Tears are streaming down to my eyes, and I can’t help but to scream my anger against the world. “No! Fuck! Please don’t leave me!” I cried. “Wake up, Agatha! Wake up!” a familiar voice said, before I felt a tap on my shoulder. My eyes widely opened up before I suddenly came into a sitting position. Turns out, I was dreaming, again. A bloody nightmare that reminds me of my dark past... The reminds me all the reasons why I needed to seek for revenge against those cruel monsters. “You’re having a nightmare... Again,” my boyfriend, Kiel, stated

The sound was small, dry, but it cut through the haze like a blade. I jolted upright in bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. The room was pitch black. The fire in my blood was still roaring, the phantom sensation of his hands still ghosting over my skin. Beside me, Leo stirred, letting out another small, raspy cough in his sleep, bringing me fully back to reality. “Shit!” It was a dream.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

*** Sophia woke up the next morning and found herself in a strange bed and she couldn't remember how she got there. She stood up and found the bed to be stained with blood, and the waist pain was too much. "What happened to me?!" She gasped. Then everything started returning to her. She dropped her head in her palms and wept. As everything reflected back and replayed in her mind, a flood of tears streamed down her cheeks. "Darn it! How can he do this to me? That beast, I must tell my parents about this and he should get ready to rot in jail! I will never forgive him for taking away my pride so cruelly, something I have been able to preserve for years!!"

I demand with a feral growl ripping out of me as I feel my temperature skyrocket with rage and fury radiating from me like a furnace. “I’m sorry, Raven I…” Rebecca begins to choke on blood that is slowly coming from her mouth. My eyes widen feeling my nails come together crushing her windpipe like a hot knife through butter. ‘She deserves it,’ my livid instincts try comforting me when I tear my mother’s throat open with warm blood running through my fingers. “No!” I scream staring into her eyes horrified at what she was letting happen and at what I just did. Rebecca shakes her head trying to grab my hand while sliding down the wall slowly growing limp with the color draining from her face.