Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

I responded, keeping my voice as calm as I could. " That's where you all get it wrong. She has everything to do with this. She is Santino's daughter and that makes her part. All these years I believe there was just one last way to rid my trauma permanently... To be done with the vengeance I so longed for. As long as I had that desire for revenge crawling in my skin, there was never a way the trauma would go away. But what if I'm just done with the trauma... Execute my vengeance and peace will finally come to my heart " "Vengeance brings no peace, Sonia," I told her because I've been through it before

He quickly grabs a sword from the floor, rushing towards Annabelle with the gait of a warrior, his sword raised up high, aiming to cut off Annabelle's neck. Annabelle turned staring vaguely at him, her eyes still bleeding black tears. Frenger fell conscious but paralysed and so did Oden before he tried to strike. The crowd began to scream each rushing out, in search of safety. Annabelle grabs Vanessa's neck staring deeply into her eyes " Annabelle!" Richard calls out lightly, his voice spelling despair. He gave her a pained stare his lips pressed tightly against each other. He wanted her to stop, he didn't want to oppose her. He would not, he could not.

“I mean, the history of vampires in the drama Vampire Diaries is more complex than this. You can't blame me.” “You also cannot blame our simple history,” Saga replied flatly. I rolled my eyes and stared at the clock on the opposite wall. I screamed. “Almost three o'clock!” In the fog, I spend money to pay for our drinks. I almost dropped both of our heads when I dragged Saga's hand with incredible speed—, which was naturally human. I slapped his back to spur his motorbike fast on the quiet bypass. “Be patient, please!” Saga shouted resentfully. “It’s red light!”

"Look at the master code! Look at the routing headers! Anyone with administrative access to the chalet's central router could have spoofed my MAC address!" Banjo reached out, his hands grabbing my neck pulling me forward until my chest pressed against his. His face was inches from mine, his warm breath smelling of stale whiskey and cold coffee. "I saved you," he growled into my face, his eyes burning with tears of pure rage. "When your pathetic father died leaving you in absolute ruin, I took you in! I gave you a roof! I gave you food! I gave you the Vance name so your father's creditors wouldn't throw you in a hole! And you sold my trade secrets to Baden Lawson for fifty million dollars?!"

Then he added, “We’re not here for you, Laura. We’re here for him. The son of Carlos and Bethany. He’s going to die for what they did to our prince!” I froze, for less than a breath. So that’s what this was. Revenge. Just not mine. But Sebastian’s blood belonged to me. My vengeance. My closure. My blade. No one ends his life unless it’s me. The vampire lunged, and I moved with him—fast, hard, violent. Our bodies collided in a flurry of fists and claws, my wolf seething under my skin as I ducked under a swipe and landed a sharp blow to his ribs.

* Blood Venom Pack* Anita wasn't able to get a proper rest. She couldn't stop thinking about the yesterday attack and the consequences of her action. What if she had come late or didn't even come at all, will that mark the end of everything? She really felt guilty for what happened and blamed no one but herself. But this doesn't change her quest of getting her vengeance! Anita went out of her chamber, wanting to scan the whole community and see it condition now. At this moment, Andrea caught sight of Anita and waved at her.

If they guided me to her, I had their permission to kill her without any repercussions. The vengeance I claimed was for Dezrael’s intent to kill Saga. That was the point everyone was missing. For Dezrael to claim Karani’s power, she would cut out Saga’s liver, letting her die in the process, and eat the liver herself. I couldn’t let her even try the spell because Saga would not survive it.

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—

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"