Romans & histoires Vengeance

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

She would not allow herself to keep bearing the pain any longer until she avenges her father’s death. The sense of injustice and the desire for retribution ignited a fire within her, propelling her forward. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, fraught with danger and heartache, but she couldn't allow herself to falter.Athena's hurt fueled her determination for revenge, but she was aware that revenge alone would not heal her wounds. She needed to find a way to reconcile her pain and her thirst for justice. As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional.

He just looked out the window again, his reflection flickering against the glass, his thoughts spiraling between fury and something he couldn’t name. When Hale finally left, Roman’s hand curled into a fist against the window frame. The pain that shot up his arm was grounding, it kept him focused, alive, sharp. Vargo and Dante had made a mistake. They hadn’t just attacked a Thorne. They’d attacked his wife. And now, Roman Thorne wasn’t planning justice. He was planning vengeance. Roman didn’t realize how fast he was walking until Hale called out something behind him, and the echo of his boots swallowed the sound whole.

“And that’s why. I won’t give up on you either. Tell me, what do you need? I will arrange it, my brother. Let me help you too.” I stared at the photograph, the love crystal-clear. But the venom in my veins was too potent. The grief had mutated into a vengeful monster that demanded blood for blood. “Think, Zayne. That woman is already far from your reach. But, revenge isn’t.” And I had my answer ready. “Put a bounty on her,”

Not even my own mother. They said I was traumatized by the father's death. Delusional. A liar. They thought he had no reason to kill father and an assassin must have done it. And when I kept insisting, they called me cursed. Mad. The Mad Prince of NightWalker. And when I became king they upgraded the title to the Mad king. I never forgot that betrayal and I wore the title like an armour. I watched. I waited. And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Are you sure you are staying here to get revenge against Ethan? The way everything is going in the pack, it would be simple to destroy it.” Uncertainty glistened in Daxton’s eyes and his voice softened as if he was worried about something. “It is no longer about getting revenge. I mean it is, but now it's about honor. With my identity, I can’t just walk away from this mess. I also realize I can’t blame the pack members. With how the pack has been managed, it makes sense that the members are a bunch of idiots.”

Jimmy smiled, but it was a bitter, calculated smile. "What I want... is revenge." He looked at Gutemberg with eyes burning with fury. "I’m going to make you pay for everything that happened, for what was stolen from me. And if that means destroying everyone you love, then I will. I won’t let you get away with everything you made me go through."

I paced around my room and stared at myself in the mirror. “Finally, finally! Yes! Yes! I can finally go with Luna.” Yes, I was more excited about going back with her, because I realised something about Luna when we were together.. Everything she does or says revolves around her daughter or her life back at home.. Her revenge and getting her daughter is on her top list and because of that she would never allow any other thing into her heart for the time being at least.

I am a loser trying to fit inside Arthur's world. We are bound to forget each other. I am bound to burry the pain and anger inside of me. I left him first that morning without saying a word nor wake him up to say goodbye because I can't take it if I saw him myself walking away from me while saying that everything doesn't last.

If I could reach through this screen and tear these animals apart limb by limb, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I can't and it makes my blood boil. I jolt up from the seat and slam my fist into the screen of the computer, smashing it into pieces. Shards of glass fly across the desk, some even scratching my skin. It's the same hand I'd punched the wall with weeks ago. But I don’t care. I don’t feel it. I don’t feel anything but this demonic rage and this unbearable thirst for vengeance. The only thing that will quench it is the blood of the men who tried to hurt my Rayne. Especially the blood of Vesper.