Vengeance With My White Knight Novels & Stories

“That's expected Vittoria, anyone would be angry seeing you with your father's killer, and you were almost caught today, why don't you leave this obsession with revenge and move on with your life.” “We keep having this conversation ma, I already made up my mind and I'm going to finish what I started,” I said, already moving towards the stairs. “Thank you for waiting for me, but next time, please don't.” I rushed up the stairs to my room, not waiting for her reply. I understood why she was against it, but I had already started and I was really tired of hearing how dangerous my plan was every time we had a conversation. I knew how dangerous it was, but I was going to do it anyway.

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."

She could tell they were all trained men, and dealing with a few thugs should be easy. When the lead ambusher saw so many people suddenly appearing, he warned them, “Don’t interfere with matters that don’t concern you! Now’s not the time to be the white knight for a damsel in distress!”

And this time, she will be facing Arthur Knight as the judge, jury and executioner. His hatred for her had turned from a piercing, white hot anger into a dull ache. An ache that is empty and hollow, filling him with a constant need for pain. And why should he be in this pain alone? Victory was the cause of all this and he plans to drag her by the ends of her hair into purgatory.

My princess was gone forever. I was gonna rip of the flesh of whoever killed her. I was fucking going to chop of their balls and serve it to them for lunch. More whisky. More and more whisky. She's gone for good. Stop being a pussy, stand up and kill those arseholes. Those fuckers. I listened to my mind, but as I kept trying to stand up, it was impossible. I kept falling. They were all going to pay. Dreidan Mochino Vaughn was going to get his revenge. And with that. I fell asleep, thinking of my lost family.

"You're the fallen knight. The one who burns with beautiful hatred." "You've been watching me." "The forest watches everyone who enters. Most it devours. Some it tests. A very few it adopts." She stopped directly before him, close enough that he could smell midnight on her skin. "You fed the Hunger Shades your humanity. Why?" "It was weakness. I need strength." "Strength for what?" "Revenge. Justice. To make the Council pay for what they've done." Serena laughed: a sound like silver bells wrapped in velvet. "Justice? After what you just sacrificed, you still use that word? No, Sir Knight. What you seek is simpler and purer. You seek pain for pain, blood for blood. The mathematics of vendetta

The prince slays the dragon, and then the princess gets her happy ever after. Of course, he wouldn’t hurt me physically. He is the white knight. He just treaded my heart into the mud, twisting his foot to inflict pain in the cheering of her kingdom. He could tread my heart because I let him. I can no longer allow that, when there is no shred of that heart left for him to tread on.

This power-hungry lunatic is nothing more than just a pawn in my grand plan, doing my dirty work. My mate chose Alpha King Matthew Stevens over me, without a second thought. I woke up from my coma wanting revenge, and four years ago, fate gave me the perfect opportunity—his mate. I will take her away from him, just like he did to me. I will make him suffer as I suffered. I will make him walk the void I walk. I will make everyone who thought Nina White was a pushover pay, and only then, my revenge will be complete. Taking a scalp from the tool kit on the working table, I slice open the palm of my right hand open and let the blood drip onto the book's pages.

" But Morgana, revenge...,.." "I will burn with no rest until I exert revenge for what happened 20 years ago. The flames of my vengeance know no mercy, Nathan, they burn and will burn until every injustice turns to ash. I am the storm, the reckoning that will come for those that dared wrong me in the past" she proclaimed, before walking off, not caring whether he had anything more to say to her.

I wasn't comfortable with my new appearance yet but it was better than it was weeks ago. I stepped into the shower and thought about Zane and Chloe. They were the two people that made me have so much vengeance in me. Iwas weak in White moon because I couldn't fight back. Even if you ever did, you'd get punished again and again till you were tired of speaking. Till a single word felt like the end of it all. And when you heard your name, just know you were never going to escape the torture. As the water washed over me I wished Zane every bad thing in this world. And the child he was having, I cursed it.