Vengeance Books Novels & Stories

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Could this be Ethan’s? But the Ethan Vale I knew was a titan of ice and stone. Could he really be the author of these scorching, devoted words? And if he was, who was the woman he was referring to? I wondered why a man who wrote with such worshipful love ended up being the person I needed to run away from? Or was this entire book a lie, a beautiful, hollow fantasy written by a predator to justify his cage? I was still staring at a paragraph when a sharp, heavy knock echoed through the room.

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

It required careful steps, calculated risk, and, above all, patience. Adrian took a step toward the outer wall of the courtyard and rested his hands on the cold stone. He could hear the faint rustle of leaves from the nearby trees, the distant howl of a wolf in the plains. Every sound reminded him that the world was moving, even as he planned, even as the clock ticked down to the events that would shake the land. He thought of the minor packs. Some were loyal out of hope. Some out of fear. And some out of their own desire for vengeance. All of them had been promised power, unity, and justice, yet Adrian knew better. Power came at a cost. Justice often left scars. And vengeance… vengeance cou

She was the only surviving member of Crystal blood pack. She started to cry, loud wrenching sobs that echoed in the silent room, she had to have her revenge, she promised herself. She had to kill Dante, she knew that killing her mate meant that she would die as well. Werewolves were forbidden from killing their mates, doing such was paramount to suicide because the perpetrator would die as well. But Ruby was ready to take the risk that came with this, she was ready to die as long as she would have her revenge. For now, she would bide her time and wait for the right opportunity and time to kill him.

And that's okay, because I've come to find that they're not perfect either. I've built them up in my mind to be more than they really are. "My father used to choke me until I passed out, and until bruises bloomed around my neck. I had to wear turtlenecks and polo necks whenever it was so bad that makeup couldn't cover it. At least he never sexually abused me, I always think of that as a positive." I say without preamble. "I pushed my best friend away, I had nobody but myself. I blamed it all on the Morettis, of course. They ruined my mother's life and, in turn, ruined mine. I was going to get revenge on their kids, but my conscience was bothering me so much that I was fighting against it. I

Revenge. Revenge on the beings that had stolen my family from me, that was my drive. I would send any proles to hell that came under my nose. Did he feel the same way? Had he lost someone too? But then I couldn't understand why he would let Nick keep a pillicula as a pet. Then why hadn't Reese killed it as soon as he saw it? Why did they still tend these cattle? It just didn't make sense.

Though no amount of wealth or life could fill the void left by my mother’s death and Cercei’s disappearance, taking away his life would at least bring me some semblance of satisfaction. I was prepared to systematically strip away everything that mattered to him, one by one, savouring the destruction of his world. With each loss, my heart swelled with wrath, and I embraced the monster that had been born inside me. I no longer loathed what I had become; instead, I enjoyed the chance to watch the world burn before me. The embers of vengeance had ignited an inferno in my soul, and I was ready to unleash its fury against those who had wronged me. I knew there would be consequences, and I welcomed

She stood up and pulled her hair to one side, cracking her fingers knuckles at the same time! " No, I won't squash you like a despicable insect!" Her lips curled coldly. " I will see you wriggle like a worm on a hook, begging, crying, desperate for my help but you won't get it. You will crave for death as a means of getting peace but I won't grant it!" Her bloodlust and thirst for vengeance intensified even more! Sounds of dry leaves rustling could be heard, instantly disturbing Anita's time alone. " You are here?"

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