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My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

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"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

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Every villain has that moment when they lose themselves in the bloodlust and vengefulness. They unknowingly become monsters. It may have all started as a simple revenge, but then it drifted off-road along the way, then comes the massive slaughter. Sure every villain lose themselves, but not me. The madness is clear as crystal. Right from the moment I stepped foot on the path of vengeance, I already had plans to unleash the demon wolf that's been suppressed in me. But to do that, I need the souls of a thousand humans who died by my vengeful hands. Cruel, right? But the funny thing is I don't feel pity for these hypocrites, especially these crooks who claim to be apostles of justice, and most

A massive black wolf burst from the shadows. Fast. Furious. Terrifying. Vaelor. He didn’t slow down. He hit the closest warrior like a storm. The man screamed as he was thrown back into a tree. Chaos erupted instantly. The grip on my arms loosened as the other warriors shifted, their wolves pushing forward. Three wolves. Against one. But Vaelor didn’t hesitate. He moved like pure rage. One lunged at him. He dodged and slammed into it, jaws snapping, claws tearing.

He grumbled and disappeared from my field of vision. I stayed where I was and stared at the box in my lap. So I would really do it, face the monsters from my nightmares in person and make sure those monsters could never ruin a little girl's life again. Not by finally getting my vengeance that I had longed for for so many years, but I would see that they were locked away for the rest of their lives. At least that was what I owed my parents. And who could say that exactly, maybe I was lucky and that would be enough to finally free myself from the dark memories of my past. .....

Her thirst to avenge herself and the precious things she lost because of those people Anthea stood in front of her desk while her eyes stared at the blue file lying neatly on her desk. She smiled at the title of the file, but there was no sign of happiness in her blue eyes. Instead, they glinted dangerously as she reached her hand down before picking up the file in her hands. "Rayan Allen," Anthea whispered, the name that was the sole reason behind her nightmares, her wounds, and her thirst for vengeance. There's nothing that could stop a woman who sets her mind to vengeance, and if the woman's name was Anthea Morin, then

It looked like a human, anything in mortal form I suppose, and was large and broad in stature. “I am human,” the book snarled. “I am vengeance. The wolves took everything from me. They took my wife, my child, but they will not take me. I will enslave them all and kill them off one by one… the world will know my need for revenge is undying.” I shuddered, blinking back petrified tears. “Close the book, Justin, please!” My mate marched forward.

Seated in the bus as it rode through the familiar streets, Phidel couldn't help her anxiety– her mind just refused to stay calm. It was like the whole universe was suddenly coming down on her. “Am I busted? Is this how it ends? Did I fail in bringing my sister’s murders to book? Did I fail her the justice she deserves?” This and more questions took turns in her mind as she remained restless. There was no way she was ready to give up, not when she had come this far. “....I need to do something, I’m easily not going to back out.” she said with some degree of certainty– thinking of a plan ‘B’ just in case her anticipation turned out to be right.