Vengeance Books Novels & Stories

Some wolves were guarding the door. But when I open the door Andrea’s smell along with blood smell hits my nose. Andrea is here. My wolf comes to the surface in anger. How dare they kidnap our mate? I give him to control without shifting. My hand changes into claws, and I attack them. Two wolves jump on me. I snap the neck of one and another was tackled by Evan. But we didn’t notice that a large number of wolves emerge from inside. They are outnumbering us. But that doesn’t matter.

“I can prove it to you. I can tell you things about Jenifer Carlson that no one else knows.” “I don’t care about Jenifer Carlson,” James said, his voice rising. “I care about Isabella Romano. I care about the Romano Conglomerate. And I care about revenge.” “Revenge?” Jenifer asked, her voice barely a whisper. “What are you talking about?” “You and Alexander ruined me,” James said, his voice filled with venom. “You exposed my crimes, you destroyed my reputation, and you took away everything I had. Now, it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Sabrina reminded her, "Instead of planning your revenge, you better help me think of a way that will take us out of here. This man spared us, but if we encounter another, we will be killed for sure." "You can go if you want." Karina responded grumpily while chewing on her nails, her mind far away. "What? Why did you want to remain here? Don't forget Mother Ophra has a mission for us," Sabrina reminded her friend. "I told you, Rina, I am not going anywhere. Not until I get my revenge," she said while caressing the red marks left around her neck. Her cheeks were swollen, and they were red. So red, as if it was on fire. "Why are we laughing? Do you think I am joking?" She then snapped at Karian

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

“What? She raised an eyebrow. “You said you were getting better, didn't you? Three days, get out of here in three days, I will need you to help me out, do you understand?” “Yes, mother,” I said softly. “Of course” “Good,” She said, standing up to walk out. Just like that? No goodbye son?. Get better soon? “What are you going to do to Damien?” I asked, halting her in her tracks. She paused. Not looking back. “I told you, destroy their family. I breathed. “Mr.Davenoort hurt you, why not get your revenge on him alone?” She spun around to look at me. “You are too soft, Wayne; it's not a good trait; he needs to suffer as much as I did, the pain of almost losing his child. His children are all goi

Valkhara I didn’t return to the suite right away. Not because I couldn’t. But because I didn’t know what I’d do if I saw them. Sevrin. Azric. The bond. Everything inside me still vibrated with magic. With violence. With blood. Caelun’s blood still stained my arms, dried beneath my fingernails. My leathers were torn, soaked in the iron stink of a kill I didn’t regret. Because I didn’t just win.

The muscles in his neck flexed as though he was holding back something sharper. “She says she was reborn,” he said finally, low and hard. “That’s not an explanation. That’s a story. We don’t know who she is. We don’t know what she is. And I won’t risk you because you feel sorry for her.” “I don’t feel sorry for her,” Zara shot back. “I believe her.” “She melted steel with her bare hands,” he said, each word clipped. “She survived what should’ve killed her. That doesn’t make her harmless. That makes her dangerous.”

The palace and the king were overthrown by their enemy and by the king’s own blood relative, Lord Daemon. “Why are you doing this? For blood? For flesh? For revenge? If this is all about your vengeance . . . Well, let me tell you this, your father made our great grandfather to killed him and that’s not our debt to pay, it is his own theory of stupidity and hunger of power–” “Shut up! Or I will burn you to ashes.” “Then do it . . . Now!”

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

Now, he’ll know what it feels like to have one’s life snatched from him right in front of his eyes. I traced my hand over the cardboard: not missing each of their faces. “I have drawn the first line by taking Maren away. I waited for this moment for years to avenge my clan’s death and their sacrifices.” “In the coming days, each one of you is going to die…” I paused, smirking, “…your death will be more terrifying than Maren’s death.” “Revenge is also a kind of justice. Every member of your evil circle will pay for all you have done. I will snatch each and everyone of your lives.” I spat, my tone rising with indignation. “Each and every of your screams will avenge my parents’ death.”