Vengeance Incarnate Novels & Stories

Though no amount of wealth or life could fill the void left by my mother’s death and Cercei’s disappearance, taking away his life would at least bring me some semblance of satisfaction. I was prepared to systematically strip away everything that mattered to him, one by one, savouring the destruction of his world. With each loss, my heart swelled with wrath, and I embraced the monster that had been born inside me. I no longer loathed what I had become; instead, I enjoyed the chance to watch the world burn before me. The embers of vengeance had ignited an inferno in my soul, and I was ready to unleash its fury against those who had wronged me. I knew there would be consequences, and I welcomed

A quick fuck they'd forget about in a week but would leave me with a lifetime of scars. And now that he'd faced the consequences of his actions—his friends being slaughtered in front of him out of sheer luck for my incubus to be walking by—now he suddenly felt owed. An eye for an eye. How disgusting. Magic flared in me, ready to zap the motherfucker into oblivion. "Revenge?" Zaine looked between us. "For what?" Fire burned at my fingertips. "He's one of the shifters from the alley." "Oh." My words changed Zaine's demeanor immediately.

I said simply, “Her incarnate. Her justice. And today, I will bring vengeance.” Estrella bared her teeth, a snarl erupting from her throat. She shifted. Her fur was black like her soul, eyes bloodshot with rage and fear. She lunged at me with a feral cry. But she was slow. Too slow. I dodged beneath her swipe, rolled, and launched myself at her from behind. My claws raked down her back. She yelped, turned, and tried to bite, but I leapt again, slamming her into the marble wall.

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

Coventina mutters. “Does anyone want to clue me in as to what in the ever loving fu—fudge is going on?” I shout. “Yes, we will. You, as you now know, are Coventina’s incarnate in the Lunar Realm. You have never been an ordinary hybrid. That was never in the cards for you,” Selene answers. “Why?” “Because after the Dark War that Morrigan fought in, Beatrix was brought back. They had a necromancer bring her back and she is seeking revenge and using the rogues to do it.” Coventina answers.

"Or kill me like you did with Mandy. I can’t live with the whoring. They're my sisters. You did it to me just to fuck with me! Why should you be different now? Please. I gave you everything. Your vengeance is complete. Please." Vincent lay draped over her, looking down at the woman who had somehow managed to make him love again, doing his best to keep his weight off her as he came. He couldn’t help it. He had become attached in a way that erased every line he once drew for women after Mandy. But Mandy's name no longer stirred anger in him. It was simply a scar that had finally stopped bleeding. "I'm afraid it's not, little mouse. The only way my vengeance ever could be complete is if I made

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

Johnny immediately rushed over and grabbed my hand, since the special effects makeup would probably become displaced if I overdid it. In any case, did I deserve to die, then?! Fuelled by my intense hatred, I somehow managed to shake Johnny off, even making him stagger backward. "You heartless man! Why didn't you drive more carefully?" I sobbed as I continued to slap Louis' face continuously with both my palms. "Why'd you leave me all alone? I hate you, I hate you! Get up and answer me!" I must have hit him a dozen times already, and my palms were already numb, but he hadn't so much as twitched an eyelid. From the looks of it, Johnny was quite heavy-handed with the anaesthesia.

The waiting time was going to be over soon. Her fingers glide lightly across the scar on her arm-a reminder of the ambush that cost her so many men. Closing her eyes, she is overtaken by a memory flood of screams, blood, and betrayal, and it all burns inside her like the fuel feeding the fire of her vengeance. As soon as she opened her eyes, a fierce determination seemed to flood them. "Victoria, Arnulfo, Vito. You all had your turn. Now it's mine. And when I strike, it won't be in mercy.".