Vengeance Saga Novels & Stories

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

"But please, when something like this happens again, don't take such a risk again." Exactly what I wanted—the blind trust. By jumping in front of Mr. Fernandez and shielding him from the gunshot, I had finally gained the trust of everyone in the family. Now, my mission of vengeance will begin properly. A crooked smile spread across my face as I watched Sergio speak. I was definitely going to get even with his family soon. "Please be more careful," Sergio finished. "I will," I murmured. "I promise." A promise I wasn't sure of keeping. The price of vengeance was high and I was willing to pay for it.

He vowed to avenge her death, to bring James to justice, to make him pay for his crimes. The Re-Zero Gala was abandoned, the glittering event transformed into a scene of tragedy and chaos. The news of Victoria’s death spread like wildfire, shocking the world. The Beckett and Romano families were plunged into mourning, their lives forever changed. In the aftermath of the tragedy, Jenifer and Alexander found themselves drawn closer together, their bond strengthened by their shared grief and their determination to seek justice for Victoria. They knew that James was still a threat, that he would stop at nothing to destroy them. But they were no longer afraid. They had faced death, they had lost

I am a loser trying to fit inside Arthur's world. We are bound to forget each other. I am bound to burry the pain and anger inside of me. I left him first that morning without saying a word nor wake him up to say goodbye because I can't take it if I saw him myself walking away from me while saying that everything doesn't last.

Alan asked playfully, a quizzical smile plastered on his face. Ibrahim averted his eyes and remained silent for a while embarrassed from what he said just now, cursing himself in his mind. How could he just blabber about how lovely his wife is? He is going crazy and he blamed it for Anna. Alan still felt so amused, as he giggled a little. He tapped on Ibrahim's shoulder and grinned teasingly at him. “I'm sure you've grown fond of her, Ibrahim, but keep this in mind that the initial goal of your marriage was not love, but vengeance. If you love her, then fight for her, but if you are still very mad about the incident from twenty years ago, then continue your revenge plan. Choose one or you wi

The vengeance he sought was not just for himself, but for Lena, the woman he loved and lost because of Samantha's selfish actions. Celso's heart burned with a cold, unyielding fury. Samantha might think she had escaped the consequences of her actions, but she was wrong. He would be her reckoning, and she would see that vengeance, once ignited, was a fire that could consume everything in its path.

She had turned into a mere spirit she could barely reach. This made Phidel palpitate with anger as rage welled up within her. She instinctively sniffed back her tear, drying the tears from her eyes as her face contorted with rage. “Who are they?” She inquired, her chest raising and falling with so much hatred. “Who did this to you? I’m going to pay them back with their own coins.” She hinted.

Zitrey stubbornly shakes her head, and Mizu saw how strong the flame of hatred in her obsidian eyes, and so she added, “No honey… don’t let yourself devoured by hatred. Revenge can only bring more suffering. Wishing for a vengeance will pay a high price. Wanting a life will also cost a life and with that you might lose your dearest ones.” And continue on her cracked voice reminiscing her most regretted memory, “Aunt Mizu understand, that flaming hatred you have but you can’t take that path… don’t repeat my mistake, don’t regret what I have regretted…” teardrops started to fall constantly on her left eye yet she still wears a smile.

Rage boiled within me as I stormed into Oracle Sage's room, my heart pounding with fury and desperation. How could she, with all her supposed foresight, not have foreseen something as catastrophic as Mathew's disappearance? "I'll kill you!" I screamed, my voice laced with venom as I lunged towards her, intent on exacting revenge for my son's vanishing. As I charged towards Sage, ready to rip her head off her body, she remained eerily calm, her expression unfazed by my accusation. In spite of my rage-fueled advance, she stood her ground, her demeanor unaffected.

“Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then. “You can look away if you can’t bear the sight,” he said in a quiet tone, and I nodded, stubbornly keeping my eyes pinned on Lazaro and the man. “Now,” Lazaro continued, pulling the man that was now unrecognizable, up close. Knuckle braces were badass. Deadly. “This is your last chance to save yourself from death. I don’t tolerate traitors.” Lazaro paused, his gaze drilling into the man’s face. “Who’s your accomplice?”