Vengeance Incarnate Novels & Stories

I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “After they leave, I am taking you home. I don’t care if you don’t think it is enough footage. We can find a way to edit it to make it work.” Daxton placed his hand on the side of my head, while his thumb brushed against my cheek, under a cut that I had Carter make. The gentleness in his eyes gave me a little strength and reminded me that this pain was nothing compared to what Ethan put me through. At least this time it was my own doing and it was the price I was willing to pay to get my revenge.

"The witch is yours. She used her necrotic magic to murder my inner wolf and destroy my kingdom. I have no use for a broken mate. Give me the cure for my people, let me take the throne back from my brother's corpse, and you can carve this bitch into as many pieces as your labs require." Inside my head, I instantly fired up our mental firewall. I slammed my consciousness into a repetitive, agonizing loop of superficial hatred, screaming internally for Vance’s receivers to catch: I will kill you for this, Dominic. I will burn your entire bloodline to ash. You coward, you traitor, I hate you. Vance raised a silver eyebrow, his cold, calculating eyes tracking the phantom anger rolling off my pos

The first call I made was short and precise. “I need everything you can find on a man named Silas. Connected to the old trafficking establishment that burned years ago. The one that no longer exists on paper.” “How deep?” “As deep as it goes. Survivors. Associates. Anyone who walked out of that fire.” “Understood.” I ended the call and sat at the desk. Vincent had repeated the name during his episode. Over and over. Like it was the only thing his mind could hold onto while everything else fell apart.

The pain, so palpable, etched deep scars upon his soul, scars that would forever remind him of the treachery he had endured. As they stood there, locked in a battle of gazes, Darren felt the temptation to succumb to the darkness that beckoned him. Revenge whispered in his ear, its seductive voice promising sweet satisfaction. The urge to lash out, to make them feel the same pain that seared through his heart, surged within him like a tempest.

His feral senses control him and he is vengeful towards the world which is full of hatred. Even while residing in Alexei, he has seen it all. How Alexei’s sister was killed and the other one blinded. He heard the cries of the young boy who was innocent and naive. The same screams had haunted him for centuries and now, his reincarnated self also suffers from the same fate. The world is cruel and he will purge it of its cruelty. The woman in front of him is a blur to him. His vision is red with vengeance and he jumps to kill her.

Bringing everything back into balance. I looked down at my two newest cumsluts both laying on the ground shuddering in the perpetual orgasmic state I'd left their bodies in and I grew angry. These two women and their fellow aspect of fate had not done their job properly. I'd seen things they'd missed as I'd rooted around in their minds. The pain and suffering I'd gone through had not been necessary for me to become the agent of balance they were calling their vengeance. I had been destined to become the agent of balance from before my conception. They were supposed to keep me from the disaster that caused me headaches most of my life and the abuse that had been heaped on me. Instead because

The pity I was feeling that time towards her just lifted up and it changed into fear and also into hate towards her. The Alpha sighed. I guess he doesn't want her to be killed but he doesn't want to keep her alive. "Actually, I haven't seen her for years after the death of my youngest brother. I don't want to think about her until now since it's still vivid to me." I know how he was hurt, and he is still hurting right now that we brought up Lucinda in his mind once again. It was his brother who died and his nephew with him has a rare illness and was cursed for that. Sebastian is innocent and he is now carrying his father's fault and the revenge of his father's lover. I can't explain the emot

I craved it so much that revenge slowly killed the man in me, leaving only the demon. I killed every Lugar that got in my way and killed brutally, sometimes even too brutally, I liked to take their lives. He was merciless and bloodthirsty, a real beast. He was looking for death, did not want to live and did not want to exist, but, unfortunately, he always defeated the enemy. The vengeance burning from within made him invulnerable.

“And what of Renz? That boy has been breathing too long. You know as well as I do—he cost us more than anyone else ever has. Her words were blunt. I let them sit a second, then stood. The room felt colder. I walked toward her and lowered my voice. “Do you think Renz will go down easy?” I asked. “He’s dangerous. Men like him don’t just die quietly. They fight back.” She didn’t answer. Her face showed she was both afraid and sure. I poured a glass of red wine and held it up. “He won’t vanish. He will hurt. He will watch what he loves burn. Only then will I crush him. Piece… by piece.” I drank slowly, watching her. “To vengeance,” I murmured. “The only thing in this world worth surviving for.”

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.