Vow Of Revenge Novels & Stories

The pain was a small comfort, a grounding force in the face of the all-consuming rage. I would make them pay. I would tear down everything they had built. I would burn this pack house to the ground. I took one last, lingering look at the celebration, etching the scene into my memory. The laughter, the music, the happy faces. It would all be gone soon. "I swear," I whispered, my voice trembling with fury, "I swear on everything in me, I will have my revenge." As soon as Jax returned to my side, he led me out of the borders of my pack and I knew that I’d return much more prepared .

The point of no return. “I, Skyla Parker, take you, Alonso Ignacio, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” My voice is steady, but it doesn’t feel like mine. “I promise to stand beside you, to honor and respect you. I vow to be a mother figure to your child and to fulfill my duties as your wife, for as long as this union shall bind us.” The words taste like lies on my tongue. But I say them anyway. When I finish, I force myself to meet his gaze. Alonso’s face remains impassive, but something flickers in his eyes something too fleeting to grasp.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

The moon hung low and full in the sky, a silent witness to my vow. "I'll conquer this land," I whispered to the night. "I'll bring you back, Melisande. No matter what it takes, no matter who I have to sacrifice. This I swear." And with those words, I felt something shift inside me—a door opening to a darker path. But I didn't care. For Melisande, for power, for revenge... I would walk that path gladly, leaving behind whatever shreds of morality still clung to my soul.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

It was the first time in thirty years that he felt truly alone, naked before fate, but revenge—oh, that—was a seed sprouting in the darkness. He emerged with his hands raised, his face ragged with stubble, his eyes tired but blazing with eternal hatred, turned toward the gray sky that seemed to mourn his humiliation. Dozens of armed men instantly surrounded him: machine guns aimed, faces covered by helmets, a circle of death that reeked of sweat and triumph. As the icy handcuffs tightened on his wrists—click, click, a sound that pierced his soul—Vito took one last look at the landscape: every snow-capped peak like a broken crown, every crevasse a hiding place for future ambushes. Imprint thi

"He said you betrayed him. He said I had to pay the price." I looked at Richard, horror drowning every other emotion. "What are you doing?" "Teaching you a lesson." He pulled out a knife, and the fluorescent lights caught the blade. "Every betrayal has a cost, Aria. Every secret you keep, every person who tries to help you they bleed." "She has nothing to do with this!" "She has everything to do with this." He moved toward Lila, and she screamed. "She is your sister. Your weakness. And until you learn that I am all you have, I will keep taking pieces of your world away."

The man's loyalty extended only as far as his own ambition. A bitter smile touched my lips. He was so utterly, transparently predictable and that predictability was going to be his ruin. My revenge wouldn't just be about taking back my money, it would be about destroying them from the inside out, using their own greed and disloyalty as the tools of their destruction.

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.