Vengeance Road Book Novels & Stories

“He’s going to kill Vance.” “He’s not killing him,” Mason said, jaw tight. “Not if we get there first.” We sped down the gravel road, dust swallowing the car until everything outside looked like a sandstorm. I gripped the seat, my chest heaving, my vision blurring. And then… Vance’s mansion appeared through the haze. A huge white house, tall windows, polished stone, and that sickeningly perfect green lawn. I saw the back garage door. Wide open. Rhett’s motorcycle thrown sideways in the driveway…

“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

“You were only a child back then when your mother was murdered. Anyone would have wanted revenge for that—” Yuri cut Ren off. “I knew what was going to happen,” she stated, not looking at Ren, and the guy could only stare at Yuri. “I knew what was going to happen if I pursued the path of vengeance. My mother and uncle have never really told me what my uncle did when I was a child. But I’ve learned enough from my mother that I actually knew the nature of his job.” Yuri gave out a small sigh. “Hatred and vengeance begets nothing but more pain and suffering. My mother told me that enough times in the past.” She sighed. “But I didn’t care. Now…I suppose I’m paying the price for my decision.”

Now, he was a part of something much larger, a cog in a machine that was turning against its own makers. He took a breath, the air in the car thick with the scent of ozone, rain, and the metallic tang of the engine. He didn't know where the road would lead, or if they would survive the journey. But he knew this: he wouldn't go back. Not to the office, not to the safety, not to the lie. He was moving forward, into the static, toward the truth. And in the end, that was all that mattered. The road, the night, and the silent, desperate pursuit of a justice that seemed a lifetime away. They drove on, a small, stubborn light in the vast, uncaring expanse of the plains, chasing a dawn that felt lik

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

Victor’s POV The roar of the engine drowned out the storm in my head as I sped down the empty highway. That party. That celebration. That baby. I should have taken my revenge sooner. I should have burned that place to the ground while they all stood there, toasting their happiness like I didn’t exist. Like I wasn’t still out here, watching. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. But Dante. That bastard had returned. And now that he was back in Isla’s life, everything had become more complicated. I couldn’t afford to be reckless not yet.

He wraps his arms around my waist, his grip bruising. "Go," he grates out. "North. The old logging road." I gun the throttle. The bike fish-tails on the loose gravel, then bites. We shoot forward, weaving through the burning skeletons of cars and the bodies of men I might have known. I don't look back at the warehouse. I don't look at the sniper on the roof. I just drive. The wind whips tears from my eyes. My arm burns. Drakon’s blood soaks through the back of my jacket, wet and warm.

The car is burning with the driver inside. I thought I was going to sweat because I heard that he was good at racing. In just 15 minutes, he's defeated. That is way less than the amount of hus troubles. Not just because of drugs, but also because he molest minors! I slid back in my car and drove my way back to my friends with a proud smirked. I won. I was still far away but I could already see Elton, Mozes and Macsen jumping for joy. I already know why, that's because I won the race. When I parked the car, my friends greeted me immediately.

"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead,"- Benjamin Franklin. Rose's POV: I was back in the beautiful pathway that led to Victor manor. A manor that screamed of darkness. The roads seemed dull, yet strangely alive, as if, it was talking to me. The murmur of the dry leaves at the beginning of the winter and the hum of the gentle breeze played like a monotonous music in my ears. I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul.

Wrath had been born out of necessity, a will to survive, and with a debt that needed to be paid. He slid into the driver’s seat of his Ford Raptor, the black truck gleaming, and still smelling like new leather and the orange air freshener clipped to the vent. He’d already packed his meager belongings earlier that morning. Turning his back on the cheap motel room, where he’d been staying had been easy. He hadn’t been comfortable, and he wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to be. He’d tried sleeping on the bed, but every night, he shifted to the floor, sleeping on his back. John stood next to his truck, the window now open. “Take care of yourself, Jake.”