Vengeance Books Novels & Stories

Believing I was saving the kingdom from your wrath. But when the fire rose, it wasn’t your screams that haunted me. It was your silence. That silence never left me, Serina. You have every right to hate me. Every right to end me. But if you still have mercy in you the kind I destroyed then let me die knowing that you lived free from the ghost I made of you. You once said vengeance doesn’t heal; it only burns slower. I know that now. Forgive me, not for my sake, but for yours.”

I asked making the man frown in confusion, stopping him from whatever rant he was going to get in “if you wanted the man dead, you could have easily killed him” “I do, but him having a quick death would be like me being merciful for what he made me and my mother live. Not to mention the fact that he killed her” “I believe that you’re not stupid enough to believe that he would kill…” “The woman that gave birth to me is not my mother, Vladimir” Leonardo said stopping me “I am well aware that your brother is who killed her, and I know of his reasons. However, regardless of them, I have my own reasons as why not to avenge her blood…”

I opened it and read the first page. This is a story about a sorceress who was exiled because of studying black magic, her desire to preserve youth prompted her to kill young women and children. She sacrifices many of them so that she can have eternal youth. I have also read books like this several times when I was traveling. As I kept turning the page, the name of this sorceress was mentioned. Lucinda. Where did this book come from? There is no author written so I don't know who did the work.

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

“Then why you don’t want to see them?” Zitrey stays in a silent staring back at him. “I see… But those bunch will surely search for you,” he said and leave. Zitrey replied back, “I know, that's how hardheaded they are.” at the time he already closed the door. Alone in the room again, Zitrey looked at the crystal window, it was almost evening. “His hate is so shallow,..” she grips her clothes so tightly, “But the ‘hate’ I have is so deep. The fire I have is so massive, hard to be extinguished by just an apology. I have this inside of me for more than 10 years. I will definitely kill him! I will definitely have my vengeance!”

The woman staring back at me wasn’t Anastasiya Van Houten anymore… I was Valencia. She gave me her life. I had spent my entire life knowing exactly who I was. I had defined myself by the mission, by the kill. Relishing in the darkness like a demon. But now? I was something worse. Something stronger. My heart hardened. Malcom Reece had taken everything from us. And every single person who had played a part in our suffering—in Valencia’s suffering—would pay dearly. No mercy. No forgiveness. Only retribution. Valencia watched me for a long moment before she stood up, extending her hand to help me up.

Seraphina didn’t just want my life,she wanted to erase me from existence. But I survived. And now, I would return on my own terms. I picked up the pen again, and I wrote something slowly, clearly, letter by letter. “Erase Katherina Vance. Build me someone new. Someone who can destroy them.” Ryan read the note. His eyes stayed locked on mine.

[Valerie] ** Three Months Ago ** I had all the tools I needed to execute the revenge I was hoping to wreak on the one who had robbed me of so much in my life. It plagued me for days on end - if it was the right thing to do. I sat at my desk in the library, paging through Stephen King’s “Doctor Sleep” but the words printed on the pages seemed to fuze and look like black lines and blotches across the pages. I had lost interest the moment I opened the first page, so how I was already on page fifty three was a mystery to me, because I couldn’t recall any of the words I had read.

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i

the one that was already filled with my insatiable desire for vengeance? I felt my heart burning with more hate for the beast standing in front of me—if that was even possible because I knew I had reached the maximum level of hate a human can have for another. "Thank you," the words burned my throat. Thank you? for what exactly? killing my father? making me miserable? destroying my carefully planned life and ambition? The irony was unbearable.