Vengeance Road Book Novels & Stories

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

“Then we make them regret underestimating us.” He reached for her hand, entwining fingers. There was no hesitation. No doubt. Every plan, every strategy, every calculation he had spent years constructing now collided with the unpredictable strength of the woman who refused to be leverage. The darkness remained around them, oppressive, immediate. Every heartbeat carried tension, every shadow suggested a threat. And somewhere below, chaos had already begun. Lucien allowed himself a moment, brief and sharp, to understand what was true. Revenge had never been this complicated. Survival had never felt so fragile. And love had never been this weaponized.

“I’m not my parents, Jack. Whatever you think you have against them has nothing to do with me.” Grudgingly, I had to admit she wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t at fault for the sins of her parents. But that didn’t change the fact that I wanted revenge, that I needed it. Her family had taken everything from me. Her mother’s manipulations had started a war, a war that ended with my parents dead and my home destroyed. I had lost everything—my family, my pack, my inheritance. I had come to Crimson to get payback, to take what was mine. And in the process, I had met Kate.

“What? She raised an eyebrow. “You said you were getting better, didn't you? Three days, get out of here in three days, I will need you to help me out, do you understand?” “Yes, mother,” I said softly. “Of course” “Good,” She said, standing up to walk out. Just like that? No goodbye son?. Get better soon? “What are you going to do to Damien?” I asked, halting her in her tracks. She paused. Not looking back. “I told you, destroy their family. I breathed. “Mr.Davenoort hurt you, why not get your revenge on him alone?” She spun around to look at me. “You are too soft, Wayne; it's not a good trait; he needs to suffer as much as I did, the pain of almost losing his child. His children are all goi

The winding mountain road tested the limits of Veronica’s vintage convertible, each hairpin turn bringing them closer to Dr. Vance’s secluded cabin. The air grew crisper, scented with pine and damp earth, as they ascended into the heart of the wilderness. Isabella, clutching a worn map, navigated with focused intensity, while Veronica wrestled with the steering wheel, muttering curses under her breath. “Are you sure this woman is even real?” Veronica asked, her voice strained. “This feels like something out of a horror movie. A remote cabin, a reclusive professor… all we need is a creepy caretaker and a blood-curdling scream.”

“What do you mean by you got to dine with the devil Carl?'' Cassandra asked. She was not scared of him, rather she was proud to know he did not stick around and blame others for the mistake of the woman after his heart. No matter how much it hurt at that time to know of her crime, he still did not go around trying to convince himself of a lie. “Well, there wasn't much Cassie, the man you saw before you almost died in my arms. I still remember how I drove through the streets of Italy like a man trying to get to Charles on time. He was dying and there was nothing I could do than step harder on the gas' 'Brandon voiced out his voice dimmer with every word.

Seraphina didn’t just want my life,she wanted to erase me from existence. But I survived. And now, I would return on my own terms. I picked up the pen again, and I wrote something slowly, clearly, letter by letter. “Erase Katherina Vance. Build me someone new. Someone who can destroy them.” Ryan read the note. His eyes stayed locked on mine.

I grabbed an extinguisher and rushed toward the gas tank still burning. Minutes later, the remaining flames were under control. When I reached Lisa, she had already fallen unconscious. Her cheeks and neck were covered with horrifying blisters from severe burns. Beside her, George was beyond recognition—his entire body charred black, only his chest rising and falling with the faintest trace of life. I wouldn't deny it—my heart went numb for a single, fleeting moment. All the resentment and tangled history between us flashed through my mind like fragments of an old silent film.

The sound of horses snorting and stamping filled the silence, hungry for the road. We rode hard. Hooves thundered against the earth, the wind stung our faces, but I've always enjoyed the smell of nature. No one spoke. Every man knew what waited at the end of this road. But when we reached Windborn, it wasn’t war that met us, it was silence. The village lay open, and strange. No cries, no clash of steel, no villagers scattering before our blades. Only the echo of our horses steps. I slowed my mount, scanning the huts. A faint curl of smoke drifted in the cold air. I dismounted, crouching near a fire pit. My fingers brushed the warm ashes.

The Cradle’s glow lingered in my vision as we trekked back through the mountains, the plateau’s black stone and pulsing crystal now a memory, but its weight clung to me like damp earth. The mark on my chest throbbed, a steady pulse tying me to the Veil, to her—the shadow—and to the flame, whose fading words, hurry, echoed in my mind.