Vengeance Will Be Mine Novels & Stories

Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles white from the force of her anger. At that moment, she knew she had to find a way to overcome this injustice. The vampires had taken so much from her - her loved ones, her sense of safety, and now, even her own life seemed threatened. But she refused to give in to despair. Instead, she vowed to train harder, to become stronger, and to one day exact her revenge on the creatures that had brought her so much pain. Her determination burned bright within her, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her. And as she lay there, battered and bruised, she knew that this was only the beginning of her journey towards Vengeance.

“ you want that dog to find her then? Fucking find her, take her back, and get his son to fuck what’s mine? ” Valerie picked her head up and glared back at me. “ you are losing yourself to the hate. And you will lose her to this hate. ” “ Hate? ” I licked my lips before a grin stretched across them. “ I don’t do love…or hate. But vengeance…yes. Revenge is second nature to me. ” “ She didn’t do anything to you. ” Valerie hissed. “ And I am not doing anything to her. ” I let her go when she fucking asked me to finger fuck her. “ I am treating her nice. ”

They arrived without loyalty, but with hunger the kind only vengeance could feed. Bianca stood atop the cracked stairwell, rain dripping from her armor, her eyes like dark glass reflecting the torchlight below. “Look at what’s left,” she began, her voice slicing through the noise. “You’ve all hated each other. We hunted each other. Killed in my family’s name or because of it. But tonight, you answer to something older than loyalty.” She let the pause hang. “Vengeance.” A ripple passed through the crowd. Some spat. Some nodded. One voice shouted, “And when vengeance is done, who do we kneel to then?”

“One more move. One more misstep. And he’s mine.” The flames of vengeance never faded. They simply waited to be fed. And tonight, I was ready to burn the world.

The scars on his body were a remainder of the pain he had worked hard to avenge. He heard a meek knock over the door and that was enough to ignite the fire of vengeance in his heart, it was the sign that the time to work on his plan had finally knocked over his slept fate. He stared at the dark sky letting the side of his lips tilt up a bit watching the vision of their upcoming doom. They had lived quiet a good life till now, he was all ready and hyped to destroy that little goodness that was left in their lives. He wouldn't be the naive fool they named him as anymore, he had became a monster. A horrifying beast having no word as mercy in his dictionary.

Cameron wagged a finger in confirmation at me. "Discuss our plan to the other guards that will be taking part in this plan. And keep me updated about Nicole's arrival." Cameron nods and stood up while walking out of my study. I held up the clear picture of Nicole and gazed at it closely. A new fuel of anger and hatred jolted throughout my whole body just by staring at the picture of that motherfuckers daughter. I'll get my revenge on drake for messing with the wrong person. And your daughter is the perfect solution.

But she plans to get even with everyone that has hurt her, even if they didn’t do it yet, they already did once and that was enough for her. The people she hates the most in the whole world is her good family and she will get them back, she really hates them. They betrayed her and used her to get a comfortable life while she paid for it with her suffering. They owe her a debt and as they say karma's a bitch and she is one bitch that crawled out of hell and she is here to collect on the debts owed to her. She put her breakfast on a plate and went to the dinning to eat her breakfast. She had a long day ahead of her.

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!”

“She likes to tell people to go deep throat a cactus or to sit on a cactus when they piss her off, so we always have a cactus available to her when she does interrogations.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve heard my mother say that multiple times, not just to my dad but to Killian and their Royal Gamma, Cormac. Killian picks up the silver knife, walks back to the rogue, and presses the blade to his exposed skin. The rogue tries to keep the pain off of his face, but we can see the pain in his eyes. “So, why are you rogues coming onto our pack territory?” Killian asks. “Fuck you!” The rogue grits out.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”