Vengeful Redemption Novels & Stories

His intoxicating scent was making me feel delirious, and there was no way that I could give in to his enticing touch. His irresistible offer... There was no way that I would sell myself to him just because of the vengeance. Was there any other way to exact my revenge? Or was he the only option? However, the faces of Redmund and Lilith bombarded my mind. With the help of this place, it made me recall their mocking words and laughter, and how they discarded me like I was just nothing to their lives. Their betrayal... I would never forgive them! Because of my rage, the hesitation I was feeling was suddenly buried six feet below the ground.

He simply watched as Greg’s rage bled into something darker, heavier. Greg pressed his palms against his eyes, trembling. “Do you know what it’s like,” he whispered, “to love someone who’s the reason you lost everything? To look at her face in your dreams and feel hate crawling right beside the love?” He slammed his fist on the table again, this time slower, steadier. “venessa wasn’t just a girl to me. She was my peace. My reason. And now she’s my curse.” He turned back toward the man, eyes blazing. “So if you came here to talk about redemption, save it. I don’t want redemption. I want reckoning.”

I shook my head, “I’ll just kill her. Simple as that.” Vassar scoffed. “Boy, you’re not listening. Killing the girl does not change your fate. You can kill her, rape her, torture her. You. Still. Die. Your only option is the long game. Making her forget what you have done to her. Woo her. Win her. Make her love you like she did all those years ago. This is the only path to redemption.” I thought on this for a moment… make her forget. That was the key. Fiona would never take me back for the laundry list of atrocities I had committed over the years. And now adding this new offense – murder? Absolutely not.

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

“And that’s why. I won’t give up on you either. Tell me, what do you need? I will arrange it, my brother. Let me help you too.” I stared at the photograph, the love crystal-clear. But the venom in my veins was too potent. The grief had mutated into a vengeful monster that demanded blood for blood. “Think, Zayne. That woman is already far from your reach. But, revenge isn’t.” And I had my answer ready. “Put a bounty on her,”

She turned and walked away, her footsteps heavy with anger and pain. I stood there, frozen. Two pregnancies. One built on deception. One demanding responsibility. Ahead of me was my wife—innocent, trusting, and carrying a child that deserved peace. Behind me was Vanessa—angry, pregnant, and holding the power to destroy everything. For the first time in my life, I realized that greed doesn’t just steal wealth—it destroys lives. And now, no matter what choice I made, someone was going to be broken. Was redemption still possible… or had I already gone too far?

Then fear s***** in his hazel eyes as they landed on mine, and his expression dropped further, his grip on Michelle getting even tighter, and I desperately wanted to know what was going through his head, "Babe, do you know her?" Michelle asked in a soft tone, glancing over at me and then staring at Luke with a hint of confusion written on her face as well. This was it, the moment for him to finally redeem himself, for him to prove to me that he meant it when he said that he loved me, this morning and that this is all just a misunderstanding. "No." Luke coldly said, looking into my eyes, and I felt all hope leave my system,

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.

I am not a man to accept a cheap spoon as my award and stare at it with the excuse that there was nothing I could do, I am a victim of fate. No... I will resist, I will rise and change my fate. Red and the baby are my new future. I hiss and run my hand up and over my head before slamming it against the tiled wall. It's not even noon, and I have killed the man I believed to be my best friend; my brother for his mother's betrayal. Then I find out that Red was raped, she is pregnant and she wants to fucking leave me. My chest heaves as my breathing becomes ragged. Maybe this is Karma's way of getting back at me. The unnerving bitch wants to see me suffer after all the carnage and turmoil I have

His feral senses control him and he is vengeful towards the world which is full of hatred. Even while residing in Alexei, he has seen it all. How Alexei’s sister was killed and the other one blinded. He heard the cries of the young boy who was innocent and naive. The same screams had haunted him for centuries and now, his reincarnated self also suffers from the same fate. The world is cruel and he will purge it of its cruelty. The woman in front of him is a blur to him. His vision is red with vengeance and he jumps to kill her.