Vengeance Incarnate Novels & Stories

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.

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!”

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

That day Max died and Maxton Corvin was born. And the ashes of that hope was resurrected into something different, dangerous and evil. Revenge, the once innocent boy turned into a vengeance filled young man, he wanted to destroy everyone who had hurt him. His father, the people who mistreated him in his childhood, the mother who abandoned him and lastly, His big brother, Ace.

Soon. "The beginning of the destruction of the Fernandezs is here," I whispered, my lips stretching into a sinister smile. The reflection staring back at me in the bedroom mirror wasn't the sweet, innocent Julianna. She was completely gone now. Died on the same day her father was killed. Vengeance had taken over, morphing me into a woman called Nicole. The Nicole who would stop at nothing to watch their world crumble. I wouldn't say I liked the image I was seeing, but I had to accept it. It was my new reality.

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

He didn't stop there. He thrashed him, making sure every punch hurt him. However, he was stopped short by two of his minions who yanked him by his shoulders and dragged him backward until a safe distance was created between them. Vengeance smoldered in Zen’s eyes as he steadied himself and fixed his gaze on Sean. His skin had peeled away, revealing glowing embers beneath. He didn’t bleed. He wasn’t made of flesh at all. He was built of embers and something disgustingly gooey that made Violet's stomach queasy. But his skin stitched itself together in seconds, sealing away the ugliness beneath.

“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 could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance