Vengeance Is Mine Novel Novels & Stories

I saw flashes then—future upon future—each worse than the last. Adam standing on a battlefield, bloodied and broken, reaching for me as the light drained from his eyes. His brothers falling one by one. The palace collapsing. Kingdoms burning. Emptiness stretching on long after the last scream faded. “This is the price,” the woman intoned. “Innocent blood for vengeance.” “No,” I whispered, sinking to my knees. “I wanted justice.” Lightning struck the ground between us, splitting it open, fire roaring up from the fissure. And I screamed—

Authors note: Hi everyone 🤗. I have a new book out titled Freya's revenge mates. please check it out and let me know if you like and want me to continue it. It would mean a lot. Thank youu 🥰 Ivonne's pov What did I do last night? And what did he do? Or rather, what might he have done to me? I stared at the sheets in horror, but my mind was completely blank. No. No way. This couldn’t be happening.

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

My fingers brushed over the yellowing pages, going through the scribbles that seemed to look more frantic with the more pages I turned. I went back to the beginning. “The solace, 1579.” I whispered, brows furrowing. “Today is my last day on this godforsaken earth. I’ve been charged with treason. Laughable considering the fact that I could barely shift, much less kill the Lycan king. The goddess herself abandoned us. But it doesn’t matter. Because I will have my revenge. Perhaps even in this lifetime. But vengeance is patient.” A sharp knock made my heart jump.

"You made a mistake tonight, Mrs. Cole. Your grandfather made the same mistake, and your brother made the same mistake. They're both dead. You will be too." I typed back quickly, my fingers steady for the first time in weeks. "Then come and get me." A pause, then: "Oh, I will. But not tonight. Tonight, I want you to think about your baby, about the life you're risking, about whether revenge is really worth it." I looked at the message and smiled. "You killed my brother," I whispered to the empty car. "You killed my grandfather. You threatened my child. Revenge isn't the question, Mr. Vance, Justice is. And I'm going to make sure you get both."

Yet, on the day of the engagement, she found herself drawn to her fiance's uncle. She was a sucker for looks and physique and Damien's build was far more appealing than Marcus's weak frame. She couldn't get him out of her mind. Today, she finally got a taste and it was as satisfying as she had imagined. Since Marcus had already betrayed her, she saw no reason to hold back. An eye for an eye had always been Serena's motto. So she deliberately wore the wedding dress meant for tomorrow, letting another man tear it apart with his own hands. How thrilling!

“Novels. They keep me calm.” “I thought I keep you calm,” Tessa interjected. Vee looked up at her. “You still do. I would’ve gone insane if you weren’t here.” Tessa blushed while Raymond rolled his eyes and shut them. “What’s the novel about?” “Revenge shit,” Vee replied. “She was betrayed on her wedding day. Lost her child and almost got killed. She miraculously survived and plotted against her cheating husband and his devious in-laws. She made sick moves. Took everything from them, drove him mad, and made him feel every single pain she’d suffered, tenfold.”

he exploded. "I want to know everything, Ethan," Elena said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of concern. Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with intensity as he closed the distance between them. Elena backed away, her heels hitting the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't escape the piercing gaze of his eyes. "You want to know everything, Elena Wellington?" Ethan's voice was low and frightening, his words dripping with a threatening tone. "This game is a game of chess, where pawns are sacrificed, and knights are betrayed. It's a game of strategic revenge, where the queen is the ultimate prize."

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.