Vengeance Dc Novels & Stories

“I… I wanted to understand why it all happened.” Vanessa’s gaze compacted. “now that you understand do you still need someone to spell it out for you?” Jacob hesitated. “I… I thought I knew, but…” His eyes softened, filled with regret “i was wrong and i see that now.” “Very good,” Vanessa said with her tone sharp and controlled. “I hope you saw it clearly enough for you to learn from it.” “You don't want revenge?” he asked warily. “Revenge is not my priority,” she replied “Justice is.”

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

​I stepped out through the ruined gates and walked down the winding stone road leading away from the valley, the roaring inferno of the Vane estate casting a long, blood-red shadow behind me. The first step of my vengeance was complete, but the grand continent stretched out far beyond these borders, filled with other noble houses and hidden forces that shared the guilt of my past. ​My journey had only just begun. The world was about to learn what happens when a dragon wakes up hungry.

Dante roared but Emelda did not look affected by his sudden change of character. “A deal is a deal and they are the cost of her death. Dante, it is not I who killed our child but Cassandra and Laura. Why can't I seek revenge for my baby? Why can't you let me watch her die with her baby?” Emelda screamed angrily. Cassandra was not going to survive or her baby without medical assistance and that's all she wanted. She wanted nothing more but to see her wallow in pain and perish at the sight of her baby and husband dying before her with nothing to do to help them.

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

"So you formed the Saints." "I gathered men who had their own reasons to hate the Diamondbacks. Diesel lost his daughter to their drugs—she was fourteen when she overdosed on their poison. Viper's sister was one of the kids they trafficked; she killed herself two years later because she couldn't live with what they'd done to her. Ghost's parents were murdered when they witnessed a Diamondback execution." Each revelation added another layer to the complexity of the situation. These weren't just criminals fighting over territory—they were damaged men seeking vengeance for unforgivable crimes. Raven felt a kinship with them that she hadn't expected, a recognition of shared pain and determinatio

When I asked why she was crying, she told me her daughter was beaten to death, and she knew exactly who had done it. However, because that family was rich, ordinary people like her couldn’t do a thing. That girl’s killer was Mira. So the moment I came back in this life, I started investigating Mira’s bullying, hoping I could save that woman’s daughter this time. As the police examined the evidence, Mira suddenly slipped out through a window when nobody was watching. The officers moved to chase her down, but Cody threw himself in front of them, blocking their way. It only bought her ten seconds, but that was enough for Mira to get away.

She grabbed a cup of water from her car and poured it over my canister, trying to block the spray. Then, without warning, she snatched up a military shovel and swung it viciously in our direction. I could not let go. If I did, Benjamin would fall to his death. With him strapped to my back, I had no time to dodge. The shovel came down hard, slamming into his arm with a sickening crack. His scream tore through the pit as blood splattered across the sand. Then, he fell unconscious. Celeste spat, "You filthy piece of trash! Still trying to turn Vincent against me? Let's see how many more hits you can take."

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

No second chances. The wind howled outside the hangar rattling the metal walls. Vance hesitated his eyes flicking toward the shadows as if hoping for rescue that would never come. Damien waited motionless his presence alone enough to break the man. I remembered every betrayal. The false protection in the bunker. The poisoned pacifier. The ambushes in the snow. This moment felt like justice long overdue. Vance had played god with our lives. Now he faced the consequences.