Vengeance Is Mine Novel Novels & Stories

Sat on the floor where my mother once bled for a cause she thought could be cleansed. And I wrote. Not orders. Not last words. But names. The names of every soldier who died because of this. Every ally betrayed. Every whisper that turned to a knife. I would carry them. Because someone had to. Because vengeance without memory is just blood. And I was done letting them forget who we were. --- Asher — POV Dusk fell fast. The wind turned strange—sharper, colder, full of static like a storm about to break. Then we heard it.

Clutching the crumpled material piece tightly, my eyes burn with unyielding rage as I make an oath to myself: "Sebastian, you will pay for taking Ava from me. I swear by everything I hold dear, I will find you and I will make you suffer for what you've done. You have awakened the beast within me, and I will stop at nothing to bring her back and rain my vengeance upon you and everything you hold dear." With a steely determination, driven by a singular purpose: to rescue my mate at all costs. Every fiber of my being pulsates with an unrelenting fury, and my vow echoes through the depths of my being, propelling me forward on a path of relentless pursuit and vengeance. “Hang on Sinclair. I'll ge

He would not, he could not. Vanessa face immediately turns white her eyes totally white and her blonde hair totally white. "confitemini mihi" Vanessa said her voice lonely and her lips dried. " Who stole the signet ring?" Annabelle asks. She then falls unconscious, her blonde hair losing its black shade and her eyes returning back to its hazel shade. " We had one of the maids get the ring for us and then we slipped it into your belonging" Vanessa said. Her body dangles in the air for some few seconds before she falls, her eyes wide open, still white and vague, embracing loneliness.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

Yet, she wasn't here, and the harsh reality of being truly alone set in. Madness seethed within me, originally fueled by anger toward Devon, yet I would have never wished for this grim reality. The fury consumed me, a blazing inferno that surged within, scorching every fiber of my being. Without hesitation, I lunged at the man before me. Athena's claws tore through my fingertips, a visceral pain coursing through me in relentless waves. Despite the agony, I pushed it aside, determined to avenge my friend's tragic end, even if it meant facing my own death.

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

The storm raged on, rain pounding us into the mountainside, lightning cracking like it was tearing the sky apart. I knelt in the mud, the mark on my chest pulsing, a faint but persistent reminder of her—my shadow, my twin, still alive somewhere beyond the shattered mirror. The dagger hung heavy at my hip, its hum quieter now but not silent, like a warning that refused to fade. The bond with Lucian burned—his heartbeat, my resolve, our shared defiance—but it couldn’t erase the image of her hand on his throat, her smile in my face, the city beyond the Veil calling me *home*.

I murmured over my shoulder. I stepped out of the study and closed the door behind me. Only then did I allow myself the luxury of a smile. He had no idea, none of them did. They had just let in the woman who would end their lives, and Jason in particular was the one I was saving for last. Jason was the one who would taste the full extent of my revenge. He was the one who would bleed the longest. I would not give him death’s mercy. No. I would hollow him out from the inside day by day, until his own reflection repulsed him. I would kill his mind until sleep became terror and waking became worse.

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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.