Vengeance Incarnate Novels & Stories

But almost suddenly the man reached out and tilted his face upwards looking straight into his eyes, he asked, "Do you know who I am" The kneeling man shivered how could he not know this man. He was well known in the mafia world as a very ruthless and powerful person. They said just by one look at him you could feel your knees wobble. That's how intense his aura was. They even had a nickname for him in the mafia world "The Devil Incarnate" they called him because of how ruthless he was. Gulping down saliva he nodded feebly.

Julian, still reeling from the brutal assault, struggled to regain his composure. Even though he had heard of Norman’s reputation, experiencing it firsthand was a different story entirely. The rumors hadn’t been exaggerated. "Mr. Carter." Julian sneered through a split lip, trying to feign confidence. "Breaking into my home and resorting to violence? Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit far?" "This is what you call far?" Norman’s entire presence radiated lethal intent, his dark, stormy gaze cold as death itself. "Let me show you what 'far' really looks like."

“He tried to protect me as much as he could, but it was three against one. I remember him running down the stairs to save Marcello. It didn’t work. He took his body... I don’t know where he took him, but I saw my baby’s blood dripping on his shoes as he walked away...” Rage consumed me, a fire burning so hot I thought it might incinerate everything around me. How could I feel so deeply for someone I didn’t even know existed ten minutes ago? They killed my flesh and blood, and I was powerless to stop it. They were dead, and I couldn’t bring them back to mete out the vengeance they deserved. I couldn’t pull them from their graves and make them suffer the way I was suffering. “I can’t avenge hi

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.

“And I vow that if I’m ever given a chance to come back, I’ll make them all pay. Everyone who had ever harmed even a hair on my head would suffer. I’ll make them pay for all of my suffering. And I’ll take everything away from them, the same exact way they took my two babies away from me. And lastly, I’ll destroy Ethan Blackwood. I’ll make sure he feels every pain he ever gave me. I swear to ruin him. To take his happiness from him completely. To destroy him. To make even breathing unbearable for him and Jennifer Anderson. I’ll have my revenge. Even if it kills me doing so.”

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

Then the contract expires, and I can burn this cage to the ground. Suddenly, the black glass screen on the terminal flickered. A red alert banner slashed across the blue interface, pulsing with a silent rhythm. [INTRUSION DETECTED: UNFAIR ACCESS ATTEMPT] [LOCATION: VANCE ENTERPRISES CENTRAL SERVER - ZURICH] [USER: EXECUTIVE LEVEL CLEARANCE] My breath stopped. Someone inside Vance Enterprises was currently trying to bypass the Kael Syndicate's freeze order using a stolen master key code, a code that only two people in the world possessed.

The man who had also lost a woman he loved, a woman who had died for a cause she believed in. She stumbled towards him, her body shaking, and collapsed into his arms. Dante, his rage momentarily forgotten, simply held her. He felt her frail, trembling body, the raw fear and pain emanating from her, and his grip tightened, a silent promise of vengeance. Her escape was a brutal, scarring journey. She was alive, but barely. She had lost her innocence, her naiveté, and now, Bianca, the only true ally she had ever known in this dangerous world. But in Bianca’s sacrifice, Amara had found something she had been desperately searching for all along: a purpose. A purpose fueled by grief, guilt, and a

“The Ghost won’t stop until they break one of you.” “I know.” She glanced at me. “And if they can’t break you?” I looked out at the horizon. “Then they’ll try to use her.” Gia nodded slowly. “Then you’d better make sure you’re ready.” I turned to her, voice low. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” Because now, this wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about vengeance. About burning the name Vittore so deep into the earth that no one would ever dare to resurrect it again.

Her thirst to avenge herself and the precious things she lost because of those people Anthea stood in front of her desk while her eyes stared at the blue file lying neatly on her desk. She smiled at the title of the file, but there was no sign of happiness in her blue eyes. Instead, they glinted dangerously as she reached her hand down before picking up the file in her hands. "Rayan Allen," Anthea whispered, the name that was the sole reason behind her nightmares, her wounds, and her thirst for vengeance. There's nothing that could stop a woman who sets her mind to vengeance, and if the woman's name was Anthea Morin, then