Vengeance Books Novels & Stories

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

“Naples is burning. Let’s give it company.” That night, they stood on the cliffs outside the villa. Behind them, the gallery exploded. Fire roared into the sky like a demon set free. Amara leaned against Luca’s chest, his arms a steel cage around her. “She’s really gone, isn’t she?” Amara whispered. “My mother.” Luca didn’t lie. “Yes.” Amara didn’t cry. But when she kissed him, it was raw and desperate. Because vengeance wasn’t closure. And justice didn’t bring peace. Only fire did.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

But refinement was a flimsy excuse these days, barely concealing the hunger for vengeance that dwelt at my insides. For years, I'd nursed my resentment. Now, the truth sat on my tongue. It was a bitter pill refusing to be swallowed. He was alive, and the pack, no doubt, was celebrating their golden boy's return. The very thought of their smug faces infuriated me. They wouldn't celebrate for long. I wasn't the only one who felt the sting of their rejection. Others, who had been belittled also harbored their own grudges. I'd found them and fanned the flames of their resentment into a full-blown inferno.

I stumbled back, my legs shaky and useless, trying not to be overcome by panic. The sound of gunfire echoed through the pier, each shot louder than the last. Both moved with deadly precision, dodging and firing without hesitation, as if pure rage guided them. Every time Masato pulled the trigger, his face lit up with pure hatred. Thomas responded with equal fervor, both blinded by the need for vengeance.

“Are you doing all this to make yourself feel better? Cassandra is your child too and little Cassie did love her big sister and looked forward to carrying her little nieces. I know this is hard for me but I can't say for sure if it is the same for a cruel monster as you. She is your blood and you want to watch her die such a miserable death under the pretext of payback? Emelda I know a thousand people who deserve to get payback and vengeance but despite the number you don't feature in it. You are the perpetrator here and not the victim so what makes you think you deserve to take revenge on others? She is your daughter, a child you had abandoned because you wanted more wealth and power than t

he exploded. "I want to know everything, Ethan," Elena said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of concern. Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity as he closed the distance between them. Elena backed away, her heels hitting the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't escape the piercing gaze of his eyes. "You want to know everything, Elena Wellington?" Ethan's voice was low and frightening, his words dripping with a threatening tone. "This game is a game of chess, where pawns are sacrificed, and knights are betrayed. It's a game of strategic revenge, where the queen is the ultimate prize."

Or wanting to exert vengeance on. Yet, some softer, vulnerable part of me wants her to stay as mine. To cherish her. To care for her. Vengeance and tenderness don’t blend together. Somewhere along the line, one will overpower the other. I wonder which of these powerful feelings will triumph against the other. My tenderness and vulnerability for Dawn. Or my raw hanker for vengeance? I don’t why I hanger for vengeance. For revenge but some dark parts of me wants it. Some twisted part of me craves it.

A cold man was HOW I once considered myself, but since the day I watched the woman I vowed to spend my life with, the one I chose to have my babies get shot, something in me was born, and my once unfeeling soul felt a burning fire for answers, with it an undeterred need for vengeance. I knew the path I was taking didn’t just end with bloodshed, because the people I was going to end would just be the beginning. Vengeance never sat dormant, nor did it perish in time. It was waiting for a perfect moment to be born, a gap in the story to rear its head. Beggar showed me that, the day she put a bullet in Zero’s brother. The brother still wonders how she could love him and kill his family. He is pe