Vengeance Incarnate Novels & Stories

The room was dark, lit only by the amber glow of a single desk lamp and the dying embers in the fireplace. Ethan wasn't behind the desk, but was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, a crystal tumbler in his hand. I immediately recognized the window as the same one he had stood the night I arrived here, same place he had masturbated. His jacket was gone, his tie discarded on the rug, and his white shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. He looked unraveled, and an unraveled Ethan Vale was a thousand times more dangerous than a composed one.

He lusts towards her. And the blocked senses of his mind actually accepted his unacceptable acts without any hesitation. He felt no remorse in touching her or ruining her beyond the limit. He felt contented and that was enough for him. But was his contentment enough for her? _______________________________________ I know the limit of him being ruthless is going out of hands but you need to understand revenge is something that blinds you to the extent that you started thinking whatever you're doing is right even when it's absolutely wrong. The spicy twist story is going to start now. So be ready. Keep on taping on the star button to show your love. Till the next Adios.

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i

Cameron wagged a finger in confirmation at me. "Discuss our plan to the other guards that will be taking part in this plan. And keep me updated about Nicole's arrival." Cameron nods and stood up while walking out of my study. I held up the clear picture of Nicole and gazed at it closely. A new fuel of anger and hatred jolted throughout my whole body just by staring at the picture of that motherfuckers daughter. I'll get my revenge on drake for messing with the wrong person. And your daughter is the perfect solution.

Luca called out to me but I was too enraged to even listen to whatever he had to say. I needed to kill, I needed to kill those bastards that had the guts to touch my Sarah! The demon within me thirsted for vengeance, craving the blood of those who dared to touch my Sarah.. They deserved far worse than a swift death for daring to lay their filthy hands on my woman. With a primal roar, I seized another flower vase, my muscles coiled with tension as I hurled it toward the door with all my might. I watched with grim satisfaction as it shattered upon impact, mirroring the fate that awaited those men.

I rasped through my teeth, putting every ounce of my dense, muscular weight into pushing his blade back. "Then I'll carve her out of your chest!" Vance disengaged, bringing his left elbow around in a blinding arc that slammed straight into my jaw. Head spinning, white light flashing behind my eyes, I fell back against the snow covered ledge. Vance stood over me, raising his heavy combat knife with both hands to drive it straight through my heart.

They began to chant, their voices slamming together in a low, rhythmic, and terrifying roar of loyalty and violence that echoed straight through the sterile hospital walls. "Blood for blood! Blood for blood!" they shouted, raising their weapons high into the glare of the lights, their voices entirely unified in a promise of absolute destruction. How dare they think they could play games with my territory? How dare they think they could steal what belonged to me and get away with it? They had clearly forgotten who I was. They had forgotten why the name Vito made men drop to their knees in the dark. I paced the floor, the fog entirely gone, replaced by a blinding desire for vengeance. I won't

Her eyes blazed with an intensity that could ignite the night itself as she approached Jude, a trusted member of the cult. In hushed tones, Sasha whispered her tale of woe, recounting the brutal violence inflicted upon her beloved son Miguel at the hands of Gilbert, Zelda's father. The raw pain and anguish in her voice resonated with Jude, their shared devotion to the cult amplifying the thirst for vengeance within their souls. Moved by Sasha's plight, Jude reached into the folds of their cloak, retrieving a gleaming dagger—an instrument of retribution. With a solemn gaze, Jude handed the weapon to Sasha, their voice dripping with an ominous tone as they instructed her in the art of vengeanc

"Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me." The things I'll have you doing. Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her. Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage. "What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.