Vengeance Dc Novels & Stories

-AMELIA- "You came at last. And your expression tells me you have killed Ken but don't celebrate your victory yet son..." he said giving him a smug smile. Sean helped me lean near the lift and face the guy with so much anger on his face. This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do.

Kai had gone someplace else so he could take the portion prepared specially for him as Valerie and the rest of her accomplice fought, she looked around in search of Dante, he was the real reason she was there, he and Kai were the one she’d wanted to finish off. She allowed the memory of her mother play in her mind as Dante pulled the last arrow that took her mother’s life, could she forgive an offense like that? It didn’t take her long before she found him, picking him up from his hiding spot, she threw him so hard that he hit the wall, blood gushing out of the side of his head but Valerie didn’t care. She was blinded by rage and revenge, that all she could think about was killing the entity

He saw how he had thrown my body into a ravine to rot after exploiting my entire family to secure his position as Alpha. ​"W-What is this...?" Vance shrieked hysterically, shaking his head violently as if trying to rip a ghost out of his skull. "No... this never happened! Who the hell are you?!" ​"I am the Thalia you murdered in the dark, Vance," I whispered directly into his ear, my voice dripping with a vengeful satisfaction so profound it pulled a silent tear from the corner of my eye. I wasn't crying from sadness; I was crying because the suffocating weight I had carried alone since being reborn was finally lifted tonight.

"No more shadows. No more secrets. It dies with us. The silence after the destruction felt eternal. She took a deep breath. “I’m contacting the authorities. Sebastian’s not going to haunt anyone else.” Kc’s hand gripped her shoulder. “I’ll help you. I’m not stopping until the man who killed Vanessa and our baby is in the ground.” Valeria looked at him. “You still love her.” “I’ll always love her,” Kc said honestly. “But I’ve learned that vengeance doesn’t bring peace. Justice does.” They looked at one another, a silent comprehension igniting between them.

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.

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

"I want to hurt her. I want her to know how it feels to be abandoned. I want her to stand in the cold, holding onto nothing, watching everything she built fall apart while no one comes to save her." Damian kept staring at me. His dark eyes were unreadable, observing the raw, poisonous grief and hatred reflecting off my face. He didn't offer fake sympathy or useless comfort, and that was precisely why we worked so well together. He understood the language of vengeance. He knew that when you have been stripped of your place, your name, and your rightful life, the only thing that brings peace is burning down the world that stole it from you. The heavy tension in the room hung between us for a l

A red mark was already rising where my hand had connected and he wasn’t touching his face, wasn’t flinching, just standing there looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read and didn’t want to. “Celine—” “Read my lips.” I stepped even closer. “This is the last time you will ever see me.” My eyes were burning. I refused to let it turn into anything he could see. “You are dead to me, Salvatore Moretti.” Bianca’s hand found my arm and she pulled me back, body between me and him, turning me away before I could see whatever his face did next. I let her. I didn’t look back. I didn’t trust myself to look back.

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.

After getting dressed and giving the succbus a hefty tip, I head home, where I find Vance waiting for me in the garage, and when he spots Anthony in my backseat, his eyes widen in shock. “What the fuck is this?” He growls, taking in the unconscious man. "Allister, what have you done?” “I captured the bastard that hurt you so that we can get our revenge.” “Revenge?” Vance repeats in disbelief. “Do you know how fucking dangerous that is? We have rules for a reason! Only those who come willingly are to come here! Others can’t…” “I don’t give two shits about those rules!” I snap, pulling the man out and throwing him over my shoulder. “He nearly killed you!”