Vow Of Revenge の小説・ストーリー

It was finally time for her to strike. “It’s about time I make my appearance. Logan and the rest of his pack might have forgotten about what they did to me and my family but I haven’t. I swear on the moon that glistens, and on the stars that burn bright. I will get my revenge on them for what they did to me.” Ava makes these oaths, her eyes burning with a certain hunger. A hunger for vengeance for the ill that was perpetuated on her and her pack. She would never forget it for as long as she continued to breathe.

Smart girl. “I swear it,” I continued quietly, my voice steady despite the pain throbbing through my ribs. “You will give me your blood… and swear an oath before the altar. Swear that you will not hunt me… not chase me… not seek revenge… until fate itself forces our paths to cross again.” Silence followed. Heavy. Deadly. Vuk’s jaw tightened violently as his fists curled at his sides.

My wolf, wild, untamed, craving freedom and love, yearned for him. He was there. In every rustle of leaves, every sigh of the wind. In the whisper of the night, I could almost hear his voice, faint but unmistakable. Varyon Pov I had been wrong. In my pursuit of revenge, I had deluded myself into believing I was untouchable, invincible. But the truth was clear: I had been blind, consumed by my own rage. I had built my life around hatred, crafting a plan of vengeance to face my parents’ killer.

His rallying cry ignited a fire in every warrior's heart. Alpha Biansky, his voice grave and deep, added his own weight to our resolve. "Revenge burns in my veins, a flame that has smoldered for five long years. Today, it becomes the inferno that consumes our enemies. We fight for honor, for power, for the memory of those we've lost!" The emotional gravity of his words echoed through me, a palpable force that entwined with our shared determination. Our warriors, an array of fierce hearts and sharp claws, roared their assent, the sound reverberating against the sky as if to challenge the heavens themselves.

He narrowed his eyes: "Sam, step aside." "I won't." I felt a soreness in my throat, choking out the words: "Kent I want revenge against Leila, and you think I'm disgusting, right? So by your point of view, I should be a saint, not resent her for all the harm she had done to me before, and even be kind to her?" He looked very agitated by my rebuttal, his face becoming even darker: "I didn't say that, Sam, There are countless ways to retaliate; please don't choose the most base one. She just beat you up. You could simply hit her back. Why resort to such despicable means?"

"Promise me you'll make them pay." His expression turned cold, his eyes burning with determination. "I promise, Ophni," he said, his voice low and deadly. "I'll have revenge on them for your sake, for Annora's sake, for what they have put us through. They'll pay for what they've done."

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

The liquid hissed against the stone, steam rising as if the Chalice itself fed on loyalty. One by one, wolves rose. Alphas and warriors, healers and seers, the young trembling but defiant—all came forward. They cut their palms and spilled into the Chalice, murmuring oaths of vengeance, loyalty, kinship. The Chalice grew heavier with blood, its contents swirling as if alive. Some vows rang with fury: “By my blood, I’ll burn Kael’s name from the earth!” Others were soft with grief: “For my brother, slain last moon. I give my life freely.”

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

Message: “Hope you loved my little gift.” Victor stared at it. His knuckles tightened. He typed back: “Go to hell, Giovanni. I refuse to be a pawn in your stupid game.” Then he deleted the message, crushed the phone in his fist, and tossed it aside. “No more games,” he muttered. “No more pawns.” He turned to his guards, eyes cold as ice. “Summon every loyal family head. Giovanni wants a war? He just declared one.” And as the moon cast a pale glow over the Valente estate, Victor swore—on his daughter's blood, on his family’s legacy—that he would not rest until Giovanni bled for what he’d done.