Vengeance With My White Knight Novels & Stories

"Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me." The things I'll have you doing. Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her. Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage. "What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

You make me sick Christabel, let go of me. (Kelly storms out, sobs quietly as she tries so hard to keep the tears from falling. It was heartbreak all over again, the feeling of anger and betrayal overwhelmed her). Taxi! Where to Ma'am? Anywhere but here. Okay Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I can't help but ask, are you okay? Yes, I am, mind your business. Oh okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you the way I did. You didn't deserve it, Kelly said. It's alright Ma'am.

Not even my own mother. They said I was traumatized by the father's death. Delusional. A liar. They thought he had no reason to kill father and an assassin must have done it. And when I kept insisting, they called me cursed. Mad. The Mad Prince of NightWalker. And when I became king they upgraded the title to the Mad king. I never forgot that betrayal and I wore the title like an armour. I watched. I waited. And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me.

-AMELIA- "You came at last. And your expression tells me you have killed Ken but don't celebrate your victory yet son..." he said giving him a smug smile. Sean helped me lean near the lift and face the guy with so much anger on his face. This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do.

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

My voice was a raw whisper, but the hatred in my eyes was clear. "Child, this path will consume you." "Good," I had whispered, my voice raw. "Let it. There's nothing left of me to burn." Dr. Draco sighed. "How do you plan to get this revenge?" "I will make Ryan Blackthorn lose everything." I slowly stood up, my body still weak. "His power, his title, his pack. Everything." "And then?" "And then I'll let him live. Let him spend the rest of his miserable life in despair."

"The witch is yours. She used her necrotic magic to murder my inner wolf and destroy my kingdom. I have no use for a broken mate. Give me the cure for my people, let me take the throne back from my brother's corpse, and you can carve this bitch into as many pieces as your labs require." Inside my head, I instantly fired up our mental firewall. I slammed my consciousness into a repetitive, agonizing loop of superficial hatred, screaming internally for Vance’s receivers to catch: I will kill you for this, Dominic. I will burn your entire bloodline to ash. You coward, you traitor, I hate you. Vance raised a silver eyebrow, his cold, calculating eyes tracking the phantom anger rolling off my pos

His tone was challenging, teeth flashing in the candle light as he smiled with anticipation. Vance coughed, interrupting the pair again before things degenerated any further. “I see your point.” “Do you?” Cull asked, turning to face the blonde knight again. His penetrating yellow eyes stared at the younger man. “Your supposedly important mission right now is to retrieve the girl and deliver her safely to some pathetic stronghold somewhere in Hawthorn to save your life and the lives of all of the people on Faynon,” he said as he waved his hands in the air, replicating a grand gesture. “And we all live happily ever after,” his tone was flat.