Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

I was so tired, not just in my bones, but in the very core of my soul. The war inside me was becoming a massacre. One minute, my blood was boiling with a righteous, icy hatred, my mind spinning webs of revenge for Sarah, wanting to see Ethan Vale stripped of everything he loved. And then, the next minute, I was a traitor to my own cause. I was closing my eyes and feeling the ghost of his hands on my skin, my body aching with a shameful, desperate lust for the man who had just used me as a footstool for his own ego. What was this feeling? Was it a sickness? Was I truly losing my mind, or was I doing the unthinkable? Falling in love with the monster who might have murdered my sister?

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

As she glided towards him, her eyes filled with disappointment and rage, and then she struck his broken figure as the man tried to get up once again. *Bang* Black Saga was mercilessly pounded into the ground. The injuries he accumulated from Lam’s ram were aggravated, and blood flowed endlessly out of his mouth. That strike that snapped his spine in half, and he would never be able to walk again. His eyes were still dull, yet at this moment the red lights slowly receded, and he came to himself. Even though he wasn’t in control then, he still saw for himself what he had done, and tears started to pour out of his eyes. He regained control of himself just in time to see the figure of Steel Fist

How people killed me, I have no intention of forgiving even one of them. "You need to calm down, right now your plan is gradually becoming successful but I hope you are still careful. You know I am only here as your wife and as your partner in life but I hope you think that I am not there all the time, ”Zac said and he took my hand. Not only will I take wealth from them but all the happy memories and events in their lives I will leave nothing they will not be happy until death. Here I will begin to take revenge on them.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

, Cassie chuckled "Get out." "Cassie..." "Get out!!! I said get out!!!" Sarah shuddered and immediately grabbed her bag. Before leaving she glanced at Cassie and said, "I'm sorry" After she left, Cassie slumped into her chair. She put her head in her hands and exhaled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Sarah like that. She was only trying to help. But she couldn't help it. The truth was, Cassie was feeling really bad. She felt really awful. She had read through the file her private investigator had given her. And she realized there were somethings about her mother she didn't know. So many things. It made her feel she wasn't a good daughter to her when she was alive. Now that she was dead

“The Ghost won’t stop until they break one of you.” “I know.” She glanced at me. “And if they can’t break you?” I looked out at the horizon. “Then they’ll try to use her.” Gia nodded slowly. “Then you’d better make sure you’re ready.” I turned to her, voice low. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” Because now, this wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about vengeance. About burning the name Vittore so deep into the earth that no one would ever dare to resurrect it again.

And still… I had taken the bait. Tears stung my eyes—not from weakness but from rage. Rage at him, the bastard who could manipulate my every instinct. Rage at myself, for falling into his trap. Rage at the twisted game, pulling me deeper every time I fought to escape. “Not this time,” I whispered fiercely, teeth gritted, shoving the car into another sharp turn. The asphalt blurred beneath me, shadows whipping past like ghosts, branches scraping the roof, scraping my resolve, challenging me to break.

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i

“ Why? Why aren't you both close again. He should have let me go because he knew you.” I looked down. “ Because it's your father's fault and I was supposed to be against you but you know why I'm not.” I said giving her a knowing look. “ So this is vengeance? ” she said. “ Whatever you call it, Sasa.” She swallowed. “ What does he get from killing me? ” I laughed and she frowned. “You are still a baby, you would understand soon. You think the mafia kill because they want to?” I asked, laughing hard