Vow Of Revenge Novels & Stories

"I don't know what you're talking about." "Torin." I stop walking. After a beat, so does he, turning back with his expression wiped carefully clean. "You're supposed to be the villain here. Everyone's told me to stay away from you Callum, Graham, the papers. Instead you keep handing me warnings I didn't ask for and quietly bury photographs that would've humiliated me in front of every camera in that room." "Maybe I don't like watching people get ambushed." His jaw tightens. "Some of us have manners."

I would not give in. “I, Viviana Miracle, Sun-wolf of the Miracle Moon Pack, swear to find you. I am coming. I will not give in. If you killed my family, destroyed my pack, made me an orphan, I, will return you everything. Thousand folds. That’s a promise, woman.”

He read it aloud, because some words were too important to be heard only once. > “Let this be our final silence. If this box is opened, then the vow is broken. Blood has outlived its promise. The Vitale and Moretti lines were bound by betrayal, not loyalty. If one family survives the other, the seal will break. When the seal breaks, memory will return. And when memory returns, no empire shall stand. The only way forward is to choose the end. Not vengeance. Not justice. An end. One life, freely given, to close the door again.

“No secrets.” “Never.” “And our child chooses their own future.” Dante kissed her forehead. “I swear it.” Alessia looked across the city their families had nearly destroyed. Their love had been written in vengeance, sealed through blood and tested by truth. But their future belonged to them. The vow had been kept. And this time, it promised life.

My wolf circled inside me, furious, pacing the cage of my frail body, but I could not obey him yet. I forced my eyes open and made a promise. “I will return,” I whispered hoarsely, every word soaked in venom and fire. “I will return, and I will make him—Alpha Dwayne—see what it means to cross me. I will make him regret this night, this betrayal, this… everything.” The old man watched silently, perhaps sensing my wolf’s fury even through my human weakness. He covered me with a blanket, his touch oddly gentle. I drifted into unconsciousness after that, my mind ablaze with revenge, my body exhausted but my spirit untouchable.

Please, hold on, Era. Oscar's prayers came with a vow of revenge that he had been swearing since before. In reality, he knew that his revenge was not yet complete. I won't forgive you. You must pay for Era's suffering with your life! *

Garvin looked at me, then back at Hunter. “The kind that doesn’t fade,” he said. His voice dropped slightly. “He swore he would take from you what you took from him.” My chest tightened. “Blood for blood,” Garvin said. A pause. “A mate for a mate.” Another pause. “A child for a child.” The words settled into the room like something final. Something unchangeable. I felt it in my bones. This wasn’t just revenge, this was a vow. Hunter’s breathing had changed, just slightly.

A beat of stunned silence—then the ground shook as hundreds of wolves slammed fists to chests or howled into the dimming sky. A chorus of defiance. A promise sealed in blood and bone. The embers of rebellion caught. And this time, Veyra swore, they would not die until the world was cleansed.

A rage that wasn’t madness. A grief that wasn’t weakness. This was a blood oath. This was vengeance. Reiven stood, breathing raggedly as the fire reflected in his darkening eyes. Crow raised a crowbar from the debris, baring his teeth. “Come on then, Serpent. Let’s finish what should’ve ended years ago.” Reiven didn’t hesitate. He charged. Their bodies crashed with brutal force, slamming into the half-collapsed pillar. Crow swung the crowbar, barely missing Reiven’s jaw as Reiven tackled him down. The ground cracked under the weight of the fight.

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"