Vengeful Synonym Novels & Stories

“Just die, will you?” Ringing the cruelty of his voice and somehow echoing in a hurtful reminder towards her over and over again. Her vengeful turned-out heart and the cruelty of their greed and sin flooded and worst from the hateful soul, she is tainted with. With the pain and bleeding heart that somewhat is rubbing more than it used to as it has no right to be in the first place. She screams pouring the dark mana it all created.

“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,”

"Together." "Together," he agreed. We stood there. In the doorway of our son's room. Planning murder. Planning vengeance. Planning... Planning to become exactly what this world had made us. Killers. Both of us. Completely. And I couldn't even feel guilty about it anymore. Because Vincent had taken everything. Had killed my brother. Had nearly killed Dante's mother. Had destroyed our safe houses. Our allies. Our...everything. He deserved death. Deserved worse than death. And we were going to give it to him.

Or wanting to exert vengeance on. Yet, some softer, vulnerable part of me wants her to stay as mine. To cherish her. To care for her. Vengeance and tenderness don’t blend together. Somewhere along the line, one will overpower the other. I wonder which of these powerful feelings will triumph against the other. My tenderness and vulnerability for Dawn. Or my raw hanker for vengeance? I don’t why I hanger for vengeance. For revenge but some dark parts of me wants it. Some twisted part of me craves it.

“Someone planned this—and they’re smarter than I thought.” From anxiety, it turned into intense vengeance. This was no longer just theft—it was an insult to his intelligence and identity!”

He had been racking his brain all day to come up with those words, just to cheer her up. Jeanette suddenly kicked the blanket away. She was very sweaty because the blanket was too thick. She sat up and smiled. “Knowing my mother, even if she is in heaven, she’ll definitely visit me in my dreams and tell me to catch the murderer as soon as possible, cut her to pieces, and avenge her.” Damon was amazed. Jeanette continued. “You don’t know her. Jenny Horton was a vengeful woman, a Scorpio who could hold a grudge for more than a lifetime. Why would she let her murderer get away?”

“I’m going to bring Ally back. Rest easy, brother. I love you.” I closed my eyes and turned away. I would never see him again. There was so much I wanted for him. It was all robbed from him, from us. I felt a sinister energy swirling inside of me. My anger was a demon, demanding vengeance. Someone wasn’t just going to die for this. They were going to suffer. Their family would suffer. And I would hunt down anyone who was related by blood. It wasn’t just a life for a life. This was pain. This was raw. Their bodies would be torn open, blood pouring like rivers as they screamed in unending torment, haunted by the weight of their own actions.