Vengeance Awakens In A Dream Novels & Stories

"You listen to me, Banjo Vance. You gave up the only person who was ever honest with you for a snake who just stripped you bare. You humiliated me. You slapped me. You dragged my name through the dirt to protect a lie." I pulled back, looking into his hollow face with a smile so cold, so devoid of warmth, that his breath hitched for a second. "Enjoy your victory, Banjo," I promised, every word sharp enough to draw blood. "Because I am going to watch you burn this empire to the ground with your own hands and I promise you will regret every single stroke of that pen for the rest of your miserable life." I didn't wait for his answer. I brushed past him walking straight toward the open door of t

Her face quickly became pale as a ghost. Penelope gave herself a harsh pinch, trying to see if this was a dream. Ember had returned! She came back in the end! “Ah!” There was a scream as Ember whipped the umbrella toward Penelope’s direction as she closed it, and she was immediately drenched in rainwater. Even Donelle next to her wasn’t spared. “Ember! What are you doing?!” Ever since Ember had left Haverhill City, Penelope had been having nightmares. She could feel the chills down her spine. The way Ember looked at her was like a wolf staring at its prey.

I still couldn't understand what everything was about. Was it a dream or... is it some sort of memory? I was confused. Nothing made sense. Everything was on fire. A lot of things kept happening and I couldn't keep up not understand. In the dream, I saw Blake and I. We were different. We seemed to love each other. There were moments of affection between us. But there was a third person. I had never seen this person before in my life but he was in my dream. He swore to get revenge on Blake and me. Next thing, Blake was lying on the ground with a silver dagger in his heart. My hands were drenched in his blood and I was horrified and heartbroken. I felt like I was dead inside.

(Kelly laughs) Beautiful morning bestie, hmmm, someone is in a good mood…spill! So you remember the guy I was talking to at the club, uhmm, yeah, well, he phoned this morning and said he will want to see me again, and asked if we could go out tonight and I said okay. Oh! Yeah, so don't wait up, 'cause mama is feeling lucky tonight. Yeeeeepe! You're such a nasty girl Ashley. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time with… with what? His name? Oh crap! I don't recall, well...who cares! (Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…)

Yet, in that moment, she was willing to pay any price to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers. With her mind set on her twisted goal, Sharon succumbed to the exhaustion that engulfed her. Sleep embraced her like a cold and indifferent lover, offering a temporary respite from the storm of emotions that raged within her. In her dreams, she visualized the downfall of Lucy, the unraveling of her happiness, and the triumph of her own desires. As the night unfolded, Sharon's tears mingled with her dreams, forming a bitter reminder of the pain that drove her forward. She vowed to herself that she would make Lucy pay for the torment she had endured. Revenge had become her solace, her purpos

Just how many was it for this week? I stood up to clean the broken pieces. What an ironic situation, a broken girl, trying to fix a broken vase. A sweat slowly traveled from my cheek down to my chin. Maybe because I had that dream once again, my mood just dropped from the pit. But I should still thank the rats as they woke me up from that nightmare.

I can’t make out her face, but the sound leaves me trembling when I wake. I sit up, pressing a hand to my chest. My heart races. The dream feels less like a dream and more like a warning. The darkness outside the window is deep. I whisper into it, to myself, to the ghosts of the family I lost, to the gods who abandoned me. “I won’t choose. Not until my mission is done. They can want me all they like. But I belong to vengeance.” Still, my hand drifts to my lips, traitorous, remembering the ghost of Darian’s kiss, the way Lucian’s gaze lingered on me like he could see through every wall I built.

He jumped at her, ripping off her clothes as his claws tore into her skin. “You deserve this,” he sneered while unbuckling his belt. I can hear my mother drowning in her own sobs and her wolf whimpered. I felt rage course through my veins at that moment. I feel my spine arching, bones snapping as another wave of pain ripped through me, and I let out a loud, thunderous growl. “ENOUGH!” --- I woke up from that dream. My chest heaving incredibly fast. I rose from the bed, traveling my eyes around the room to find Ava gone.

I left his place directly for my room where I decided to take a nap maybe I had all dreaming all along and by the time I woke up from my dream, all would be normal again. I wiped away the last of my tears and took a deep breath, reminding myself of the promise I had just made in my dream. I would avenge my father, no matter the cost. As I checked the time, I realized it was already dusk settling in, casting a golden glow over the pack house. I quickly adjusted my uniform and rushed out of my room, determined to serve Alpha Damian his dinner on time. As I navigated through the grand hallways, my mind raced with thoughts of retribution. I was prepared to go to any lengths to seek justice for m

I decided to bought some medicines and fruits from the store because I know that Alice needs it. I can't afford to lose her. She's not my child but she's probably Zoe's daughter. Or if not, she's another victim of my family's cruelty. I promised her that I would get her out of here and I will not disappoint her--- specially now that I'm getting close to the revenge that I wanted.