روايات وقصص ضمن Vengeance With My White Knight

My knees buckled fully, collapsing out from under me. “She... was never yours to touch,” he finished, his tone dropping to an almost violent whisper. I couldn’t fight anymore. My body slumped under its own weight, the pain crashing over me like waves threatening to drown me whole. Each slash felt like a punishment beyond comprehension, each one carrying the weight of my sins. It wasn’t just vengeance. It was retribution for something sacred. Something I hadn’t fully grasped until now. Through the haze of agony, I thought of Aria—the silver-haired omega I had obsessed over. The one I had tried to claim, believing I could break her.

If you accept me or not… it does not matter in the end… you would still be mine. There was a sudden blur of darkness moving past her and she all but raised her hand as if to move, a command dying past her lips as her prized stallion all but charged forward with an angry neigh towards her enemy. “Damon don’t!” she breathed out. Too late– “Such undeserving loyalty,” the knight in white lamented as he stepped aside and swiftly tore the horse in half with a simple cut of a sword. Her heart had all but stilled within her chest as the Princess gazed down at her fallen steed, her father’s only gift to her bleeding and dying on the snow-covered ground, staring straight at her with wide, dimming eyes

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

My wolf, wild, untamed, craving freedom and love, yearned for him. He was there. In every rustle of leaves, every sigh of the wind. In the whisper of the night, I could almost hear his voice, faint but unmistakable. Varyon Pov I had been wrong. In my pursuit of revenge, I had deluded myself into believing I was untouchable, invincible. But the truth was clear: I had been blind, consumed by my own rage. I had built my life around hatred, crafting a plan of vengeance to face my parents’ killer.

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—

“We’re going to find every last motherfucker and we’re going to kill them.” Wilder’s whole body shook, his pain raw and evident. His body stilled, his eyes red-rimmed as he looked up at me. “They took my father from me. I will have my vengeance, Saint.” “Yes, you will. Every last one of them. We’ll annihilate an entire bloodline if we have to.” “Let’s get to work,” Wilder said, and pushed himself to his full height. “I’m so sorry, Wilder,” Kaelis whispered, and he nodded his head, squeezed her hand and headed back toward the kitchen.

Yet, she wasn't here, and the harsh reality of being truly alone set in. Madness seethed within me, originally fueled by anger toward Devon, yet I would have never wished for this grim reality. The fury consumed me, a blazing inferno that surged within, scorching every fiber of my being. Without hesitation, I lunged at the man before me. Athena's claws tore through my fingertips, a visceral pain coursing through me in relentless waves. Despite the agony, I pushed it aside, determined to avenge my friend's tragic end, even if it meant facing my own death.

Knight POV The courtroom door stood wide open for me. I entered, walking in with purpose, to find all the ministers standing while Father sat on the throne, waiting for me with obvious anticipation. "Your Majesty," I greeted with a bow. "How was your journey to Thornwick Village? What of the deal?" Father asked, worry in his voice. "The journey wasn't easy, but I managed to convince King Cedric. He's agreed to partner with us — on one condition, Your Majesty," I replied, bowing slightly.

“I still have my magic. I can weaken them from the inside. Make them fight each other. Make Betty suffer.” Vance leaned back and studied us for a long moment. “Why should I trust you? You were one of them. You married into their circle.” I laughed bitterly. “They took everything from me. They kicked me out, beat me, and stole my wife. Now she’s pregnant with their bastard child. I want them dead. I want Betty back. And I want revenge.” Vance’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you offering?”

Maureen informed. "You found out already? " Katrina asked. "Katrina why? " Maureen asked. "How could you? You betrayed me, you lied to me" Maureen screamed. "I'm sorry sis. I didn't tell you because I know you wouldn't let me go" Katrina replied. "What revenge are you taking? " Maureen asked. "I want to make him pay back for what he did to you. I want him to feel what it means to be heartbroken " Katrina replied.