Vow Of Revenge Novels & Stories

Replaced by a burning resolve. "My mother… what he did to her..." My voice cracked, but I forced the words out. "He deserves worse than death. He needs to pay for every single thing.” My jaw clenched. "I want revenge," I declared, the word a bitter taste on my tongue, yet strangely satisfying. "For all of it. For what he did to my mother. For everything." The choice was no longer about Don Antonio or his war. It was my war now. It was personal. And I was ready to fight.

"I've had a falling out with my alpha, Matt. I want to take him down, and I believe we can achieve that together." Blake raised an eyebrow, his expression turning contemplative. "Why should I trust you? What guarantees do I have that you won't betray us once your revenge is fulfilled?" I took a step forward, my eyes locking with Blake's. "I give you my word as a wolf. My loyalty lies with you now, not with Matt or his pack. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove myself." Blake's gaze held mine for a moment before he nodded. "Very well. We have a common enemy. You will fight alongside us, and we will see if you're worthy of our trust."

“Those Volkov bastards. I’ll kill every last one of them for touching my daughter. Slowly. Tell me and I’ll end this tonight. No mercy for any of them.” The words should have been music to my ears. This was the rage I’d craved, the full force of the DeLorenzo empire unleashed on Luciano and his clan. Revenge for my mother, for everything. But with the Swan out there, an unknown shadow orchestrating massacres and leaving black feathers like calling cards, it felt dangerously shortsighted. We needed every resource, every uneasy alliance, to face a villain we knew nothing about. Starting a full-scale war now would only play into the enemy’s hands.

“Forgive me… forgive me…” The woman cried as she looked at her daughter’s face. “I can’t protect you…” Robert snorted harshly. His face was filled with anger. The whip was raised again. “You two are exactly the same!” SMACK! Another harsh lash landed. “Do you think I don’t know what happened today?” He pointed the whip at Livia. “This shameless girl dared to seduce her own sister’s fiancé!” Rossa shook her head in panic. “No! Livia would never do that!”

Yet, on the day of the engagement, she found herself drawn to her fiance's uncle. She was a sucker for looks and physique and Damien's build was far more appealing than Marcus's weak frame. She couldn't get him out of her mind. Today, she finally got a taste and it was as satisfying as she had imagined. Since Marcus had already betrayed her, she saw no reason to hold back. An eye for an eye had always been Serena's motto. So she deliberately wore the wedding dress meant for tomorrow, letting another man tear it apart with his own hands. How thrilling!

Wrapping her arms around him she said, "Then promise me you will take our revenge." "I promise. I will not let myself deviate from my path now. No one can do that, not even my wife." He kissed on top of her head and his soul was once again ready for vengeance, for which he had been putting his blood and sweat. The diminishing flame of determination of revenge was ignited once again. ****** TRANSLATIONS: Voglio fotterti senza senso: I want to fuck you senseless. Fino a perdere tutti i tuoi sensi: Until you lose all your senses.

In the dark, unforgiving recesses of his mind, he swore his own private oath. 'I take you, Seraphina Vance, not to honor, but to break. I vow to strip away that beautiful, serene facade until you feel a fraction of the agony you inflicted on my family. I vow to never grant you my warmth, never grant you your freedom, and never allow myself to feel a single shred of mercy for you.' It was a vow born of pure, blinding vengeance. A completely wrong vow—but as he took the heavy band from the velvet cushion, he had never been more certain of his hatred.

His mere presence was a reminder of the suffering I had endured, the scars etched deep within my soul, each one a testament to his cruelty. "All the hatred, suffering, and pain you made me endure," I continued, my voice trembling with the reservoir of emotions that threatened to spill over, "today, I'll finally give it all back to you but in double." The vow hung in the air, charged with the electricity of my resentment, a vow to reclaim what he had stolen from me—the peace of mind, the innocence lost to his treachery. Our eyes locked in a battle of wills, a tumultuous exchange of animosity and a simmering desire for retribution. Hatred crackled between us, an inferno stoked by years of betr

I was shouting and screaming. “No! no!! no!!!” When l opened my eyes, it was a dream. I made up my mind and vowed to myself that l was going to do anything it takes to make Antonio pay for his sins even if that includes losing my life because as it is, l have lost everything, l have nothing more to lose. As l said these words, l could feel my wolf Zack burning with rage and howling “Revenge! Revenge!! Revenge!!! We must get our revenge.” I managed to get hold of myself as my body naturally responded to the powerful or should I say magic filled blows l received from Antonio.

Her sobs echoed through the quiet night, a lament for the choices she could never undo. In the midst of her grief, a spark of determination ignited within Carla. The vow for revenge burned brighter, fueled by the conviction that Mara must pay for the suffering she believed had been unjustly thrust upon her. Yet, beneath the layers of resentment, a flicker of self-awareness glimmered—a recognition that revenge might not bring the peace she sought. "I will make her pay," Carla whispered, her voice a solemn oath. "But I must be cunning, patient. I cannot let emotions cloud my judgment."