Vengeance With My White Knight Novels & Stories

“Stripped of our pack status. My family became rogues. My mother died within a year from the shame. I was twelve years old, Harold. Twelve. And I watched the Knight family destroy everything I had.” “So this is revenge,” Tom said. “This is justice.” Vanessa's voice was ice. “I've spent eighteen years planning this. Infiltrating packs. Gathering intelligence. Learning Christian's weaknesses. And now, finally, I have the opportunity to end the Knight bloodline.” I processed that. Vanessa wasn't just dangerous—she was obsessed. Which made her either the perfect ally or a massive liability. “If we do this,” I said slowly, “we need a solid plan. No more failed challenges. No more council hearings

"Really, you think so, huh?" Raven suppressed the anger and sting rose at the rejecting words from his mate. "I'm sorry," Knight sighed heavily, dodging Raven's eyes, "I thought I could do it, but in the end, you are still a White." "It wasn't my father who did the crime," Raven stood up with his fists shaking at his side, but Knight took that a sign of Raven's anger, and didn't connect that with the poison.

I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, as if I could keep my heart from splitting open. “That was the day I swore vengeance,” he said, his tone turning hard again, cold and final. “I promised her death would not go unanswered. And it didn’t. We struck back. We burned the Blackthorn pack to the ground.” My breath faltered. “You don’t understand what this world demands, Evelyn,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “Balance must be restored.”

“You’re wrong. I won’t let him upset me again. Not after all he did to me.” “Good,” Whitney said, her voice dropping to a low growl. “I love the anger! That’s what you need, Wendy. Just remember why we’re here, don’t forget the real reason why we're here.” Her voice grew serious. “We aren’t here for him, Wendy. We’re here for revenge. Queen Rosina, Brittany, and even George, they all need to pay for what they did to us.” Her words felt soothing to my hurt pride, and I nodded quietly. “Don't worry, Whitney, I haven't forgotten. Not at all.”

Sabrina reminded her, "Instead of planning your revenge, you better help me think of a way that will take us out of here. This man spared us, but if we encounter another, we will be killed for sure." "You can go if you want." Karina responded grumpily while chewing on her nails, her mind far away. "What? Why did you want to remain here? Don't forget Mother Ophra has a mission for us," Sabrina reminded her friend. "I told you, Rina, I am not going anywhere. Not until I get my revenge," she said while caressing the red marks left around her neck. Her cheeks were swollen, and they were red. So red, as if it was on fire. "Why are we laughing? Do you think I am joking?" She then snapped at Karian

I’d hated to hear that name for three years and had always tried to correct him, but hearing it again now coming so smoothly from his lips brought butterflies in my stomach. Turning my head away sharply, I asked in a low voice, still having doubts. “Did I? Feels more like we’re just buying Ralph time to slip away.” “You’re not just chasing vengeance. You’re protecting your clan and this kingdom. That’s who you are. That’s what the White Clan is, remember? All of you are so stubborn and go around because of protecting others,” he said gently as he held my chin and gently turned my face to look at him. I stared at him for a while before I pushed his hand away and pursed my lips into a thin lin

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

He would not, he could not. Vanessa face immediately turns white her eyes totally white and her blonde hair totally white. "confitemini mihi" Vanessa said her voice lonely and her lips dried. " Who stole the signet ring?" Annabelle asks. She then falls unconscious, her blonde hair losing its black shade and her eyes returning back to its hazel shade. " We had one of the maids get the ring for us and then we slipped it into your belonging" Vanessa said. Her body dangles in the air for some few seconds before she falls, her eyes wide open, still white and vague, embracing loneliness.

The man didn’t even notice that anything was wrong even when Yuri was standing right behind him with Odium in one hand. “You’ve been counting your money all this time. Have you ever calculated the number of bad deeds that you’ve done before your death? I’m sure that it’s countless,” said Yuri coldly. “Who’s that?” The man gasped, and turned around only to meet the barrel of Odium pressed against his ribcage – where his heart was. Yuri’s eyes were cold as she replied, one finger against the trigger of her gun. “Phantom XIII,” she said coldly. “I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.”

I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the cold glass, my eyes wide, promising her hell. “I’m going to destroy it. I’m going to reach through these bars, and I am going to tear your perfect day into bloody confetti. I will burn it all down. You and that old, rotting carcass you’re marrying. I will make sure your wedding day is the worst day of your life. You’ll remember me. You’ll always remember me!” She didn’t react again. She just stood there, absorbing my venom, and it was like throwing stones at a fortress. They just clattered off and fell to the ground.