Vengeance Dc Novels & Stories

Revenge had become an obsession, an all-consuming force that eclipsed reason, sanity, and any remaining trace of compassion. Images flashed through my mind, rapid and relentless. Daniel's face twisted in terror, his eyes wide with regret. Jessica, fragile and broken, her world crumbling around her. I reveled in the visions of their downfall, the ruin I could unleash upon them. They would taste the bitter fruit of their actions, the consequences of their betrayal.

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

“Why is my brother’s name on a fucking kill-list?!” -----

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."

RHEA His words hit like a match tossed into gasoline. From any other man, I’d laugh in his face. But not him. He means every word. Anyone else would recoil at the depth of it—at how ugly, how hungry vengeance can look on a woman. They’d ask how a good woman could want this so badly. But Damien doesn’t flinch. He wouldn’t just hand me revenge—he’d become it. Be the blade. Pull the trigger. Or stand beside me when the bullet flies.

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

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?