Written In Blood She Wants Revenge Novels & Stories

I cover the distance between us in two strides before she can get the door, my soul empty,emotionless and wanting to put on end to the pounding in my head, wrap my claws around her throat. She wheezes for breath , her nails scratching arms but my grip only tighten around her neck. Memories of how emotionless she look while draining my blood flash through my mind, fueling my anger. She slaps my arm, gasping. “P-Please, s-spare my life.” I tilt my head, mockingly. “And why should I do that after all you did to me? Answer me!” “P-Please, I'll d-do a-anything,” She stumbles over words, her face flushing red. “I return your blood. All of it.”

Thinking this she opened her eyes and saw Irtaza running towards her, another gun in his hand and when her eyes moved towards Daniyal he stood there, blood dripping out of his hand and his gun had landed onto the floor. And then everything happen in a flash, in milliseconds, he took up the gun and she knew it he is going to fire again making her movements quick as she picked up the gun from the table and aimed at Daniyal. Her hands shivered. Thousands of thoughts ran in her mind. She was about to kill him. She was about to avenge on her dead father. She was about to quench the revenge of those misery filled five years, those cries, wails, sorrows and most prominent was the pain of betrayal.

“You ordered Gabriel’s murder. You used me as currency and called it duty.” “I gave you everything.” “You gave me fear.” “I made you strong.” “No. I became strong in spite of you.” She lifted the pistol. Dante did not stop her. Luca stared down the barrel. For the first time, genuine terror entered his face. “You won’t do it.” Alessia disengaged the safety. “I am your father.” “You keep saying that as though it should save you.” Her finger rested on the trigger. One bullet would silence the man who haunted every corner of her life. For years, she had imagined revenge would feel like justice.

The thick, dark primordial blood of a century-old vampire welled from the deep cut. "Drink, Brynn," Riheirk commanded, his voice raw and desperate as he pressed his bleeding wrist firmly against her lips. "Drink from me. Let my blood purge the poison. Accept it, sweetheart, please." Brynn’s jade eyes flickered. Driven by her own fading strength and the desperate, triumphant internal screaming of Solar, her jaw parted. She bit down lightly on his wrist, her lips drawing the heavy, white-hot furnace of his primordial blood into her system.

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.

Just the way I liked it. But there was still an itch I couldn’t scratch. The kind that sank deep, an ache gnawing at my insides every time I closed my eyes. Revenge. I’d returned to finish what had started years ago, blood debts left unpaid. I was patient, though. I’d learned to savor it—blood, sweat, and tears from everyone who’d ever dared to cross me.

The room filled with the acrid smell of escaping gas. "What are you doing?" the woman screamed, her eyes darting from me to the growing hiss. The man vaulted over the overturned table, moving to flank me. I was out of time, out of options, and out of room. I dropped the rifle and raised my pistol, aiming it directly at the woman's chest. "He dies," I said, my voice a deathly calm. "No," she whispered, her face pale. "You wouldn't." "I already have," I said, and pulled the trigger.

she asked I shrugged my head to say 'No'. "I've waited almost 7 years for this moment to come, that's why I won't waste any second just to get my revenge," I confidently said making up my mind I've been stuck in jail for 7 years because of a crime that I didn't commit. And now that I'm free, all I wanted is revenge for the injustice that has happened to me. They're so gonna pay for it. But of course, as of now, I'm still lack of power. That's why I need help.

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.

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.