Vengeance Dc Novels & Stories

“I don't understand what you are saying, don't tell me you are going soft, your stay in that palace is slowly changing you, have you forgotten the injustice that was done to your sister, how she was tossed aside by the man she loved, how he only came to see child And acted like she is invisible,she died with unhappiness and made me promise to teach my father and his mate a lesson to avenge her and this throne cause is an added bonus for me, I want to be able to control everything happening in werewolf community, Dante doesn't deserve what he has, he is meant to pay on behalf of his mother” “But the man is dead and even if you wanted to take it out on his mate,she is also dead so they is no c

"I realised that there was nothing I could do to a dead woman then it occurred to me that she had a daughter, you, and that's when I began to plan my revenge on the daughter of the woman who ruined my family." Van didn't cry, on the contrary she was angry, no enraged was more like it. It was sheer willpower that stopped her from lunging at him across the table and strangling the effrontery in him so she let him continue. "When I met you for the first time and you wouldn't give me the time of day I knew you were in dire need of money for your dad's operation and I knew then it was the only way to get to you and so I had this plan to sleep with you and then dump you but after I succeeded in do

But I had proved them all wrong, leading our pack with a strength they had underestimated. Revenge had become an ever-present, seething desire within me. As my children grew up without their father, each passing day cemented my resolve to ensure that Brax’s killers paid dearly. Watching Thorne, Braxton Jr., Phoenix, and Daisy reach milestones that Brax should have been there to witness fueled the fire of vengeance that blazed in my heart.

Anna POV I don't remember how long I sat there on the floor with her. My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe. The blood had gone cold beneath my knees before I finally made myself move — before I finally let go of my mother's hand and understood that holding on wouldn't bring her back.

"You listen to me, Banjo Vance. You gave up the only person who was ever honest with you for a snake who just stripped you bare. You humiliated me. You slapped me. You dragged my name through the dirt to protect a lie." I pulled back, looking into his hollow face with a smile so cold, so devoid of warmth, that his breath hitched for a second. "Enjoy your victory, Banjo," I promised, every word sharp enough to draw blood. "Because I am going to watch you burn this empire to the ground with your own hands and I promise you will regret every single stroke of that pen for the rest of your miserable life." I didn't wait for his answer. I brushed past him walking straight toward the open door of t

His eyes widened in disbelief as Duncan advanced, his presence alone commanding obedience, fear, and death. The fight was merciless. I watched, heart pounding, as Duncan closed the distance between them. Cassian raised his weapon, desperation in his eyes. But Duncan didn’t flinch. He struck with precision born of months of survival, of pain endured, of love lost and vengeance earned. Within moments, Cassian’s head fell, and the threat that had loomed over our lives, over Alice’s life, was gone.

"I don't think this is about Vanessa anymore, Gunner." The prickle of warning in the back of my skull traveled down my spine as the realization dawned on me. Of course, they didn't want Vanessa anymore. The only reason she had been the target was because of Enzo's sick obsession with her. But he was dead, killed by my hand, and that meant… "They want me." Daniel didn't move. "Not all of you." I frowned. "What does that mean?" "What they want is revenge for what has been taken away from them—their blood. They want payment for the wrong that has been done to them."

A slow, dark smile curled across my lips. Let him think I’ve backed off. Let him feel safe. When the moment came, he wouldn’t see it coming. Still, the warning pulsed in the back of my mind, steady and cold. I’d seen what Dante was capable of. The brutal efficiency. The unwavering focus when he wanted revenge. Underestimating him would be a mistake. *** MARCOS The memory gnawed at me. Not just because Dante rose to power. Everyone liked to say it was strategy. But I knew better. It was vengeance that shaped him.

“ you want that dog to find her then? Fucking find her, take her back, and get his son to fuck what’s mine? ” Valerie picked her head up and glared back at me. “ you are losing yourself to the hate. And you will lose her to this hate. ” “ Hate? ” I licked my lips before a grin stretched across them. “ I don’t do love…or hate. But vengeance…yes. Revenge is second nature to me. ” “ She didn’t do anything to you. ” Valerie hissed. “ And I am not doing anything to her. ” I let her go when she fucking asked me to finger fuck her. “ I am treating her nice. ”

BANG-BANG-BANG! Blinding white light and disorienting shockwaves erupted through the chamber. Sophia screamed hysterically, covering her eyes as she fell to her knees. The mercenaries stumbled back, blinded and disoriented, firing wild, aimless bursts into the smoke. Out of the blinding haze, a shadow emerged. He didn't take cover. He didn't flinch. Damian Vance walked through the fire and smoke like an invincible god of vengeance. He wore a fresh, dark tactical suit, his broad chest unyielding, a silenced submachine gun held in his right hand. With terrifying, mechanical precision, Damian raised his weapon.