Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

Pain seared through my scalp as my hair was yanked, and the next thing I knew, I was thrown back with such force that the flowerpot in my arms shattered on the ground. Julian stepped past me, wrapping his arms protectively around the weeping Averil. "Victoria, so what if that rag was something your murderer of a mother left behind? It’s just a rag. Using it as one is fitting." My mind exploded, the words echoing like a deafening roar. With one hand clutching the torn handkerchief and the other gripping a jagged piece of the broken flowerpot, only one thought consumed me, “Die! They both deserve to die!”

Kiran said. “Do I want to know?” James asked. “I don’t know, it might change how you feel right now,” Kiran said. “Is he in trouble?” James asked him. “He might be, I don’t know if he can handle it on his own,” Kiran said. “Tell me,” James said. “Saga made a deal with some dead girl to get revenge on those two boys that Levi shot. When Kai found out, he made another deal with her so that Saga wouldn’t have to do anything. She wanted them to pay so Kai enchanted them to confess,” Kiran said.

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.

Dante roared but Emelda did not look affected by his sudden change of character. “A deal is a deal and they are the cost of her death. Dante, it is not I who killed our child but Cassandra and Laura. Why can't I seek revenge for my baby? Why can't you let me watch her die with her baby?” Emelda screamed angrily. Cassandra was not going to survive or her baby without medical assistance and that's all she wanted. She wanted nothing more but to see her wallow in pain and perish at the sight of her baby and husband dying before her with nothing to do to help them.

Or would she find the strength within herself to embrace forgiveness and redemption, to break free from the chains that bound her to a path of destruction? The weight of her decision hung heavy in the air as Sasha stood at the precipice, her heart torn between the allure of retribution and the flickering flame of compassion. And in that moment of profound reckoning, she realized that true strength lies not in the destruction of others, but in the ability to rise above adversity and forge a path towards healing and forgiveness. With newfound resolve, Sasha chose a different path. She would not allow vengeance to consume her, nor would she perpetuate the cycle of pain and suffering. Instead, s

You make me sick Christabel, let go of me. (Kelly storms out, sobs quietly as she tries so hard to keep the tears from falling. It was heartbreak all over again, the feeling of anger and betrayal overwhelmed her). Taxi! Where to Ma'am? Anywhere but here. Okay Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I can't help but ask, are you okay? Yes, I am, mind your business. Oh okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you the way I did. You didn't deserve it, Kelly said. It's alright Ma'am.

​I stepped out through the ruined gates and walked down the winding stone road leading away from the valley, the roaring inferno of the Vane estate casting a long, blood-red shadow behind me. The first step of my vengeance was complete, but the grand continent stretched out far beyond these borders, filled with other noble houses and hidden forces that shared the guilt of my past. ​My journey had only just begun. The world was about to learn what happens when a dragon wakes up hungry.

“So I'm not here to fucking stop you, why would I? I want to destroy Baekalis, her husband the way they almost did Denzel. We want thesame fucking thing.” “And the next time you fucking talk to me like that, I'll fucking gut you,” I finished, stepping towards him. I looked up at him, my own jaw locked in determination as the thirst for vengeance swirled in his eyes. The flame crackled a few feet away from us, the orange leaking into the brown of his eyes, hell hath no fury like an angel scorned. Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned indeed. ~•~ Over the course of the next few days, the rogues worked together with us, suiting up as we got ready for what could possibly be the biggest and las

And then, with a final, desperate lunge, Sage threw himself at Steven with everything he had, his roar of defiance echoing through the room as their bodies collided in a violent clash of fangs and fury. But in the end, it was Steven who emerged victorious, his dominance absolute as he stood over Sage's fallen form with a look of triumph in his eyes. Watching the scene, fear hit me hard. I realized the fight wasn't finished. Seeing Sage beaten by Steven, I knew the real struggle had just started. "Ah!" Sage's voice echoed in pain. I saw Valeria kneeling in front of Steven now. Her calm demeanor vanished, replaced by pleading eyes. "Please... No, my son! Don't kill him!"