Vengeance Incarnate Novels & Stories

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

The knife gleamed under the light. The third twin stood in the doorway. His dark hair was the same. His scar was on his neck. Luca stepped in front of me. Eli stepped in front of the girls. The man laughed. A bitter, broken sound. He said his name was Vance. Vincent and Victor were his brothers. Both were dead. Now he would finish what they started. Luca asked what they started. Vance said protecting the family. Derek had hired Victor to protect Nova. Victor had done his job. Vincent had wanted revenge. Vance wanted peace.

Like I'm unstoppable. "You remember me?" I question hoarsely, my grip tightened around the length of the blade. Vincent meets my gaze then looks away, his body trembling in pain. I nod my head. "Yeah..." I trail off. "You remember me." I state as I slowly sink the sharp blade deeper into his flesh. "What do you want?" He questions, his voice low and shaky. Revenge, I want fucking revenge. Anger seethes under my skin, as the man finally looks at me, his cold stare meeting mine. The smell of fresh blood works its way to my nostrils.

And still… I had taken the bait. Tears stung my eyes—not from weakness but from rage. Rage at him, the bastard who could manipulate my every instinct. Rage at myself, for falling into his trap. Rage at the twisted game, pulling me deeper every time I fought to escape. “Not this time,” I whispered fiercely, teeth gritted, shoving the car into another sharp turn. The asphalt blurred beneath me, shadows whipping past like ghosts, branches scraping the roof, scraping my resolve, challenging me to break.

Ethan felt his ribs strain, his vision blurring. But the System whispered calmly in his ear: [Counter pattern identified. Weak point: left side ribcage, beneath armor seam.] Ethan seized the knife, twisting his body. With a roar, he drove the blade into Vance’s side, burying it deep beneath the armor seam. Vance’s eyes widened, shock flickering across his scarred face. He staggered back, gasping. Ethan rose, panting heavily, and delivered the final shot point-blank to the mercenary’s chest.

The man didn’t even notice that anything was wrong even when Yuri was standing right behind him with Odium in one hand. “You’ve been counting your money all this time. Have you ever calculated the number of bad deeds that you’ve done before your death? I’m sure that it’s countless,” said Yuri coldly. “Who’s that?” The man gasped, and turned around only to meet the barrel of Odium pressed against his ribcage – where his heart was. Yuri’s eyes were cold as she replied, one finger against the trigger of her gun. “Phantom XIII,” she said coldly. “I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.”

oden said to one of his guards, his voice echoing. Vanessa stepped backward alongside Malia, both their eyes trembling not wanting to face Annabelle. Vanessa's forehead perspired, rivulets of sweat populating her brows. They then stopped, they couldn't move any further. Their knees weakened, their legs joint free, no longer supporting their body weight. Vanessa kneels and then Malia. Duke Frenger envelopes the frightened crowd. He quickly grabs a sword from the floor, rushing towards Annabelle with the gait of a warrior, his sword raised up high, aiming to cut off Annabelle's neck.

I gaze out of the window of the living area, the cityscape beyond shrouded in the early morning twilight. My enemies, those who have tormented me, who have dared to take away my mate and my child from me, they loom like specters in the periphery of my thoughts. They give me more than enough reasons to harbor a burning desire for retribution, for vindication. The injustices they’ve heaped upon me and my family have festered like an open wound, and I’ve sworn to myself that I won’t rest until they pay for their transgressions. I can’t fail this time, I have to be the protector, the guardian, that my growing family needs. My unborn child and Maddox, innocent and pure, deserve a life unburdened

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

All I could feel inside me was pure rage. Most nights when I fall asleep, I relive the death of my parents and whenever that happens, it's either I wake up with boiling blood or teary eyes but today, it's the former. If only I could do something to save them that day, I'm still not able to forgive myself for letting that man make me pull the trigger on my dad but I won't let it slide. I crave vengeance. I'm one who forgives easily but when you cross the limit I become impatient waiting for karma to take over. I turn into a vindictive person. Bianca barged into the room, cutting me short from my thoughts "Don't tell me you're still sleeping" she folded her arms