Vow Of Revenge Novels & Stories

He was meant to be dead. Her knees buckled, and for a fleeting moment, the ground swayed beneath her. The vow she had uttered only moments prior now surged through her veins like fire, reacting violently to his presence. Her wolf howled within her, torn between fury and yearning, between the memory of love and the reality of betrayal. Reven stepped forward immediately, positioning himself between them. His wolf shimmered beneath his skin, poised to tear through flesh and bone. His voice was low, laced with anger. “You dare tread on these lands?”

he whispered, “So fucking much,” “Don’t let me regret this,” I told him, burying my face into his neck as he held me closer, “Please,” “Never. It would never happen again,” He promised, holding me even tighter. This time, I believed him. Somehow, I knew this was the last time we would ever do this. Ever fight like this. Ever break. Ever speak of revenge and betrayals.

The pillar of fire over the roof writhed like a serpent, and from its coils a thousand whispers started to chant in unison, guttural and ancient, in a language that should not have lived. Vosvak Spade Il'Sharak fell to his knees, his clawed palms buried in the fractured stone flooring, eyes wide, pupils stretched like bottomless pits. His voice was gruff but distinct as he spoke the Oath of Reclamation—the last pledge that would seal his unholy resurrection: "O shadow below shadows, hear me. I give you flesh unmarked, I give you blood unwilling, I give you the breath of the innocent and the scream of the faithful.". I rip the gate not to be opened.

Then, quietly, she read: “When the First returns, so shall the Last. Our daughter must choose not just between love and power—but between vengeance and peace. May she choose better than I did.” Her throat tightened. “She knew this would happen,” Alessia whispered. “She knew what I’d become. What I’d have to do.” Dante reached for her, but she stepped away. “I don’t know if I can forgive you,” she said, not looking at him. “Not for what you did. Not for what you didn’t stop.” “I’m not asking for forgiveness,” he replied. “I’m asking for one more war. Together.” She turned, slowly, finally meeting his eyes.

Like I was a cranky, silly child throwing a tantrum about monsters under the bed. I pushed myself back upright, my whole body trembling with a mix of pure rage and blinding pain. "This isn't over," I hissed, each word a low, solemn promise. "You tried to kill me. And I swear to you, Victor Blackwood, on everything that is left of my life, I will have my revenge. You will live to wish that truck of yours had finished the job." .

My words came out as whispers as sadness enveloped me. I continued my greetings, guilt burdening my heart at how I had caused their death, but a part of me was gladdened that I had a way of upholding my vow of avenging my father's death. I had the daughter of the traitor in my hold now—that scheming witch was going to pay for every drop of pain caused to my people and every early death caused by her father's recklessness, and nothing was going to stop me not even the heavens claiming injustice to how best I decided to carry out my revenge.

“I'll back away for now, Marianna because you've made me realize that I'm not prepared to carry out my revenge“ He adds. “But mark my words, I'll be back for it. It might be weeks, months or even years later but I promise you; a day won't go by without me plotting my perfect revenge“ “When that day comes, I hope your perfect revenge has no flaw in it because I won't sit back either and watch my family get hurt either“ “And yet your husband died right under your nose“ Victony sneered. “I don't expect you to just watch anyways. I'll be expecting a well put up fight from you. I wouldn't want to be disappointed by the best vampire warrior herself. I'm keen to know if the legend that precedes you

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

Their defiance would not go unanswered; their actions would be met with an unforgiving retribution that would reverberate through the darkest corners of the underworld. As the flames crackled and roared, a storm brewed within Haider's heart—a storm fueled by a desire to protect his love, to avenge the dignity lost, and to restore his position of unrivaled power. With eyes ablaze, Haider raised his clenched fists toward the sky, his voice echoing with a primal determination. "I swear upon the ashes of this once great arena," he declared, his words carried on the wind, "that I will hunt them down, one by one. They will know the true meaning of vengeance, and they will pay the price for challen

The revenge I had vowed was not merely an act of defiance; it was a promise to myself, a declaration that I refused to be confined by my mistakes. And as the flicker of hope grew into a blazing fire, I allowed myself to imagine it, the confrontation with the elders, the satisfaction of wiping their mocking smirks away. My hands, once clenched in frustration, now held an imaginary sword, a weapon forged from the flames of my anger. "I would take them all out one after the other," I vowed, my voice fierce in the solitude of my thoughts. "All the elders, with their false sense of superiority, I would cut off their heads, their smirks frozen on their faces."