histórias de Vengence

Anim na taon siyang sinisi, kinamuhian, at pinarusahan ni Hunter Deogracia-ang lalaking nangakong mamahalin siya habang-buhay. At sa pagtakbo ni Carissa mula sa impiyernong iyon, may isinilang siyang munting buhay na tanging patunay ng pag-ibig na hindi niya nakalimutan. Dalawang taon ng katahimikan ang lumipas, hanggang sa muling kumalampag ang tadhana: ang anak niyang si Aramir ay nangangailangan ng bone marrow donor-at tanging ang ama nito na labis ang galit sa kanya ang makapagliligtas. Ngayon, napipilitan siyang bumalik sa lalaking minsang nagwasak sa kanya... at maaaring muli na namang gumuho ang lahat. Sa pagbabalik na ito, alin ang mas mananaig- ang pusong nananatiling umiibig, o ang pusong hindi pa rin natututong magpatawad?

what Kushi ever wanted was freedom. Through her mother's life, she had come to a conclusion that love didn't make people better. It made people foolish, just like her mother who defended all her husband's actions, however dominating they were. Garima's last gift to her daughter was the school she had built for underprivileged girls, her own quiet way of rebellion against the dominance of her husband. But Shashi used it later to control Kushi's life and to consent to a marriage she didn't want. When she finally entered the Raizada mansion as ASR's bride, she was at once surrounded by secrets, curses and ghost of the past who vowed vengeance.

Welcome to the era of the Ramayana, reimagined. Every child knows the name of history's greatest villain: Ravana. But if you dare to look beyond the ancient boundaries, a darker, more complex truth awaits. When King Ravana's uncontrollable lust drove him to violate Rambha, the echoes of his crime shattered his own empire. Disgusted by the act, his brother Vibhishana defected. His legendary son, Indrajit, heartbroken by his father's true nature, abandoned Lanka. Stripped of his identity, he fled across the seas-only for a violent storm to sink his ship and wash him ashore in Atlit Yam.( Located in present-day Israel, this ancient seaside village would later meet the same tragic fate as our own Dwarka, submerging forever beneath the waves.) Rescued by a poor carpenter's sister named Talia, Indrajit sought redemption in secrecy. He built her a fortune, commissioned jewelry fit for queens, and fell deeply in love. But on the very eve of his grand confession, her dreams were brutally reduced to a heap of ashes. Meanwhile, back in India, a deadly game of vengeance was unfolding. Shurpanakha, harboring a lifelong hatred for her brother Ravana, orchestrated a brilliant deception. Faking a suicide attempt after her son's tragic death, she manipulated Rama and Sita into taking her in. But when her nose was severed, the stakes changed instantly. Ravana quickly realized the truth: this wasn't a mere family feud. It was a divine trap laid by the gods, using his sister as a pawn to provoke him into war. Sitting idle meant cowardice; striking blindly meant ruin. Left with no choice, Ravana unleashed his legendary ten intellects to make a move so brilliant, it left even the heavens stunned.

Revenge was easy when she had nothing to lose. A girl consumed by revenge after the kingdom cast her pregnant mother aside, condemning them both to a life of suffering. When her mother dies while she is only nine years old, her hatred for the kingdom and everything it stands for only grows stronger. Determined to destroy the people responsible, she enrolls in the kingdom's prestigious Academy to gain the strength she needs for revenge. But along the way, she finds something she never expected: a squad that becomes her family. Now, torn between the vengeance she has chased her entire life and the people she has come to love, she must decide what matters more-revenge or family? Updating daily until 25/06/2026, after that on hold :( This story may never reach its ending, but I still wanted its world to be seen. While the project is currently discontinued and unlikely to continue in the near future, I hope those who read it can still enjoy the journey that exists.

"Say it. Tell me you love me." She said, kissing my neck softly. I don't... My heart hammered in my chest as she pressed herself against me, and the words escaped my lips before I knew what I was saying. "I-I love you..." She pulled back then and looked deeply into my eyes, as if the hollow words of my cold heart melted her soul. "I always knew... Or hoped you did. I love you too. I always have and I always will." Her words stabbed me, but in the same moment, her touch numbed the pain. This is wrong... Who am I? I was not Reed Wolfe. I was not Wesley Blackthorne either. I was nobody. Truly a ghost. So full of hate and regret. But in her arms, I could no longer feel the pain. A quiet moan escaped my lips as I gave in to her, clasping my hand tightly around her throat. "No more talking." I growled, then drew her close and kissed her feverishly. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck, as if she had been waiting for this moment her whole life. A pang of guilt stabbed at me, but I pushed it away. It could wait until morning. I was too desperate to care. I needed something, anything to fill the void. She will never forgive me for this... -------- In the criminal underworld of Tide Gate, loyalty is a deadly game. Reed Wolfe is given one last task before he can inherit his father's empire, the Crimson Syndicate. He must impersonate the missing Blackthorne heir and steal his fortune. Nyx, Reed's childhood friend, is the only trustworthy person left to help him complete his task. But as Reed's deception unravels, life-altering secrets and forbidden desire surface. Reed and Nyx must navigate a web of betrayal and ambition. In a world among thieves, where love is a liability and trust is a death sentence, how far will they go to survive the ruse....and each other?

A 14-year-old boy is on a quest to find who killed his brother and mother and get his revenge. I am VERY new to story writing, so some things may go very quickly or may just be a bit cringe or somethin, hope you enjoy. Huge Work-In-Progress Planned Amount of Chapters: 26

The battle against J.O.I.'s, now defunct, Topaz Battalion, and Joushirou Iyaragi, left the Department with devastating consequences. Teruki Kosuka's memories have once again been sealed away. This revelation causes utter mayhem within Department 7 and those who know him personally. Now the boy seems to have even forgotten how to fight. Sent on a mission, the boy battles his new personal feelings of fear regarding his past, as well as a crazed girl with a certain connection to his squad's own Yuji Okami. Meanwhile, Keiichi Kosuka, accompanied by the other members of the 2nd Division, plans to engage in a desperate recovery operation to sneak into J.O.I.'s headquarters, and bring Ryota Narukami back home. Things go horribly wrong when Teruki and Izuna are left on their own to save ALL of New Kyoto from a heinous plot to harvest souls and create ideal slaves. There's not a single person in the city left conscious, and now it's up to the boy who's lost even who he is, the girl who claims to be his mate, and some unlikely allies, to save the entire country from certain doom.

To the realm, Prince Baelor is the golden prince, the crown's brightest heir. To Tessa Dondarrion, he is nothing but a traitor, a man who shook hands with the very people who butchered her family. Now he arrives at Blackhaven Cliff, carrying his wife's lifeless body to the funeral pyre.. Tessa has anticipated everything.. Every step. Every word. Every heartbeat measured with the ruthless care of a Dondarrion thirsting for vengeance. Ten steps to unravel his legacy. Ten strikes to make the dragon taste his own fire. But fire is unpredictable. And some dragons don't burn the way you expect. Some of them burn you first. This story will also include a side romance featuring Maekar. _________________ Content Warning: Please be aware that this fanfic contains scenes of blood, violence, and mature situations. Readers should proceed with caution if sensitive to these themes. Note: The characters in this story are from George R. R. Martin's world, but some are original creations made specifically for this story. This fanfic is purely for fun and doesn't strictly follow the canon.

After losing his lover, and then his only friend, in a battle against impossible odds, Barrin White-Hair retreats from the world and returns to the land that birthed him in the hopes of finding answers to his lost heritage. Upon returning to Yaavik, he finds that great changes have been wrought in his absence and the fierce, hardy people he once knew are now cowed and subjugated by forces beyond their power to withstand. Captured and his greatest gift torn from him, Barrin, with the aid of a strange, otherworldly female warrior, Revna, who almost proves his match, he must escape the clutches of a powerful enemy, rally his people and bring back their lust for war that once made them feared throughout the world. In an epic tale that stretches across the snow-bound wastes of his childhood home, Barrin must prove to his people, and to himself, that he is capable of leading them, for they are Yaaviki, and they are war! The second book in the 'Man of War' swords & sorcery series.

When Ayla Moore buries her husband, she thinks she's already survived the worst. Five years in the shadows of the Berisha name has taught her a lot - how to move quietly through life, that the price of vengeance is blood, how to love a man she once hated. Her marriage to Roman was complicated, but she'd found her own quiet happiness with him, and now he was gone. With her grief still raw, Ayla has one last hope: a chance to leave it all behind. The mansion, the money, the shadows that cling to the Berisha name like a dark cloud. Roman's death allows her to take her son and walk into the world as if none of it ever happened. But the House of Berisha doesn't release its heirs so easily. When she's unceremoniously informed about the truth of her son's birthright, Ayla discovers that her freedom was never really hers to claim and faces an impossible choice - she either agrees to marry her brother-in-law and remains bound to a world built on blood and loyalty, or she loses the one thing she has left worth fighting for.

Eleanor, 19, is living on borrowed time. She's continuing her studies not out of passion, but more out of survival instinct. Not because she dreams of a brilliant career, but because the idea of failing-and having to go back home-makes her sick. Home is a house full of heavy silences, unspoken blame, and above all, a mother consumed by addiction. Their relationship is an emotional minefield. Though physically distant, Eleanor is never truly free. And every call, every message from her mother threatens to pull her back into the chaos she's desperate to escape. At college, she tries to hang on. Her only support is Wallace, her best friend since middle school. Always there. Tall, protective, destined for a pro career in basketball. Wallace is steady, radiant-the complete opposite of the world Eleanor comes from. He helps her stay afloat. Keeps her from drowning. Until one day, a figure appears in a campus hallway-and everything shifts. Danny Shepard. The name alone freezes her in place. It takes Eleanor a moment to recognize him: the scrawny, furious boy she knew at sixteen has become a man. Calmer. Darker. More... unreadable. After assaulting his sports coach, Danny was sentenced to juvenile detention and vanished for four years. On his return, he was denied entry into the third year of med school. He enrolled elsewhere, at the bottom rung of the university ladder. Where Eleanor studies. And he doesn't recognize her. She, on the other hand, never forgot. The bond they shared-fragile and secret, woven during adolescence through stolen glances and charged silences-left a mark. But Danny seems to have erased her. Why? Has he truly forgotten? Or has he buried that part of his life? Eleanor senses that behind the cold mask, there's a war raging. Repressed memories. A guilt that never properly healed.

Après ce que tu as fait vivre à ma famille, j'étais censée te détester et te faire payer. Mais entre la haine et la vengeance, les sentiments se sont mêlés. Au final, je suis tombée dans mon propre piège. Chronique fictifs avec un peu de passages réels

The avengers are people with agendas, that's what Anna Everhart told herself ever since she was young enough to understand the world. After all, she had lived through most -if not all- of the avengers catastrophes since she was about 8 years old. She spent her life moving from place to place, city to city, from one home of a relative to another, but when she snaps, with all of the avengers at her finger tips, will she avenge her fallen family by helping others not live through the same thing? Or will she get her revenge and try to kill the people she claims ruined her life?

Gangstalking ends in tragedy

At ten years old, Jane Bryan loses everything. Her parents-the rulers of the powerful Kingdom of TREK-die in what the world calls a tragic accident. But Jane knows better. Accidents do not erase kings so cleanly. Surrounded by smiling ministers and hidden enemies, she remembers her father's final warning: Trust nobody. Forced to grow up under the watchful eye of the cunning Head Minister Jamie Tyler, Jane plays the role of a quiet, obedient child-while sharpening her mind and her blade in silence. Years later, crowned Queen, Jane's reign begins in blood. Assassins invade her garden. None survive. Rumors spread of a monster queen, a woman who kills without mercy and rules through fear. But beneath the terror lies a ruler who never forgets, never forgives, and never strikes without purpose. As betrayal rises from within her own court and a powerful assassin association moves in the shadows, Jane uncovers the truth behind her parents' murder. War follows. Kingdoms burn. Legends are born. Feared by her enemies. Questioned by her allies. Desired by men who want to own her-until she chooses one who dares to stand beside her instead. Queen Jane's vengeance is a dark fantasy of vengeance, power, loyalty, and love-where a broken child becomes a ruler, the world trembles to name.

An Epic Begins Leon Washington, son of the War Hero Jack Washington, is driven to become a solider like his father. Only problem is his father indirectly prevents him from fully pursuing this path, convicing him every way to lead the life as a farmer. But this isn't Leon's only problem. His sister was attacked; and somehow pocesses magic now. And one of his best friends is nearly attacked by a suspicious group of strangers who'd appeared in the city of Silver River days after the Japanese Nation-State was wipped out overnight. Little did he know this was just the beginning of greater pains yet to come. Author: SoloWritingOtaku Artist: Ririka--@Ririka_91 on X (Twitter) " THIS IS AN ANIME FANFICTION " 'I do not own AoT or Bleach and all belong to their respective creators. I do not own any videos or music and all belong to their respective creators. I only own this story and it's original characters'.

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All of them will pay... Before the gods, before the moons and sun, and even before the heaven's themselves. The world was ruled by 7 dragons. And their one dragon king Alarictis . But they went missing after there king was banished by the heavens. But what's to make the world when they return? Because in this world, it's pays to have a fate. And that price is one many couldn't afford. The goddess Nilufer! God of all Seas! But being a new god, I have to figure out how to rule a nation, keep order, and repent for the sins of the h̸̹̔ư̶̢m̷͕̓a̶̙͐ń̷͓ ̴̘̋c̶͉͂r̴͇̒e̷̺͘ä̸̻́t̵͖̾i̵̼͘o̴̜̒n̴̜̿? with a looming prophecy of the heavens return... No matter for the stage needs an actor and the show must go on! So I shall smile and dance this eternal role the heavens had given me! h̵͓̀ő̵̠w̴̟̾ ̴͈͑m̵̡̚u̵̖͐c̸͍̃ḧ̴̻́ ̶̺͝l̸͙̓o̷̤͒ñ̶̥g̶͕̏ḛ̶̌r̵̲͝ ̷̰̈́s̶̠̿h̷̛̭ạ̷͛l̴̤͆l̸͖͌ ̴̱̀I̴͖͑ ̵̭͐s̶̛̰u̷̠̿f̸̼̎f̸̧̕ȇ̸̜r̸̨̿?̴̻͋ ̷͆͜w̵̐͜h̴͎̾ę̴̈́n̷̖̅ ̵͙̑w̴͎͑i̶̖̒l̴͝ͅl̶̩̽ ̴̘͋t̴͈͗ĥ̸̠ê̵͎ ̴͕̍c̴̪̀ȗ̷̠ȓ̴̨t̷̟̓ă̴̢i̸̻͒n̶̻̆s̵̼͆ ̸͍̅f̶͔͐í̸̭n̵̗̒ȁ̴͓ĺ̶͔l̷̏͜ỳ̴̻ ̸̩̾c̴̹̈́l̵͓̿o̶̲̕s̶̆ͅê̶̞?̵͎̈ but in the end I'm only a ?̷̩̐u̷͚̓Ḿ̸̱a̵͉̒!̶̜̿n̸̯̄ P.S this is a story in progress. There will be spelling mistakes here and there( aka ALOT). And is still being heavily edited

Ophélia Monteiro thought she had already survived the worst. A broken family. A first love who abandoned her. The secrets that still haunt the corridors of her childhood. But she didn't know that someone had been watching her for years. Darius Neves. Owner of the Veludo Negro. The dangerous heir to one of Portugal's most powerful families. When her parents betroth her to a mysterious English lord to save their name and their debts, Ophelia still believes she has a choice. Until the evening of the ball. Until she discovers the true face of the man who already controls her life from the shadows.

The frontier winter was unforgiving, but it was nothing compared to the ice around Blythe's heart. ​The day her family's homestead was burned to the ground, claiming the life of her mother, Blythe's world shattered. The evidence pointed to one man-Zavier Montgomery, the powerful, untouchable cattle baron who ruled the valley. Carrying the suffocating weight of grief and a bitter thirst for justice, Blythe spent years waiting for the perfect moment to expose him and make him pay. ​But when a historic, brutal blizzard traps her on the edge of Montgomery territory, survival forces her into the one place she swore she would never tread: Zavier's ranch. ​Safe within his walls but trapped by the howling whiteout, Blythe is forced into close quarters with the man she despises. Expecting to find a ruthless monster, she instead discovers a guarded leader quietly fighting to keep his people alive, guided by a deep faith she never anticipated. As hidden enemies move in the shadows of Crimson Ridge and deadly secrets begin to unravel, the truth becomes a treacherous maze. ​Was Zavier truly the villain who destroyed her life? Or is he merely another captive of a lie? ​In a lawless land where trust comes at a dangerous price, Blythe must decide whether to cling to her weapon of vengeance or risk her heart for the man she swore she would never forgive. Because sometimes, the greatest prison is not made of walls-but of the lies we choose to believe. ​How does this feel for your book cover? We can tweak the wording or emphasis if you want to lean even heavier into the romance or the mystery elements!