Vengeance Awakens In A Dream Novels & Stories

Vittoria's POV I blinked awake, disoriented with my throat dry and my limbs heavy. The silk sheets beneath me were cool with the scent of bergamot and vanilla, it was the room I slept in the last time I was here. My cheeks flushed as I remembered what happened the last time. I sat up slowly, rubbing my hands on the pajamas I was wearing, they were soft. The maid must have changed me. The memories of the night before flooded my head, the feeling of the cold blade against my throat.

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.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

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."

Diane's eyes were in rage at this moment, I clenched the knife in my hand tightly, it's not or never. "They are here!" The trumpet of the Dark Nights sworn over the quiet night. It gave me shivers hearing that creepy tune, and the footsteps coming towards us. "Ready?" Diane asked me despite her focus. "I was born ready." I told her, I would not think of anything but to win this battle. I would not let those people invade and make the innocent suffer, and I will never let those cruel beings win. Dark Nights gave us their first blow, they shoot arrows with fire. I frowned, it feels like dejavu to see this kind of attack.

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

He is now no more a human who has life principled to birth and death but a vampire, a sex hungry beast and a lust filled addict who had mastered on sorcery. He came back to the world to avenge his death. He is on an endless vengeance and an illimitable venom in his cells for the princess. He is back in the city of Hamster. ***** Amara woke up from her dream pulsing as if somebody pushed her out of the sleep. Her face was red covered in sweat. "Amara are you okay?" The panicked tone of Alexander was heard from beside her. He pat the back of Amara to bring her out of the nightmare and handed her a glass of water.

The chamber may have brought back bitter and betraying memories, but it also marked the beginning of a new phase in which I would wait patiently for the right moment to take vengeance and ultimately bring destruction upon those who had mistreated me. The moon, which was shining brightly in the night sky and silently attesting to the commitments I had made to myself, shone down upon me. The need for vengeance and the expectation of justice propelled me to travel the rocky path ahead with unwavering resolve. ********* The nightmare gradually entered my mind, playing out in brutal clarity and vivid detail. I was in the deepest, darkest sleep of my life, standing in the majesty of the castle of

She was calling out to me, for me, and I wasn't there. As the sleepless night continued, with each of her outbursts—whether done in her sleep or causing her to wake—I saw red, blood red. Deep, dark crimson filled my vision as it flowed over my thoughts. My fists clenched, aching to connect, to seek vengeance, to mutilate Edward Spencer.

Nonetheless, I'm doing this to put an end to Dylan's awful ambitions. But perhaps... They are right. Something is wrong with me. Every night... That night continues to haunt me in my dreams. That night I was tortured. I can still feel the agony and rage. To this day, the urge for vengeance gnaws at me. Every time the past gives me nightmares, I feel a chill run through my entire body. Every time I have a nightmare, I can't help but direct all of my hatred and wrath onto the rogues and murder them like a heartless man. And every time I'm in the dark... I'm not sure why, but every time I think about that child... I calm down. My nightmares would come to an end once that child with golden hair,