A Game Of Retribution Novels & Stories

His eyes saw it and his iris turned a light shade of red briefly before it disappeared almost like I imagined it. “But I first want to be a werewolf.” I stated confidently, “I heard you can turn someone to be one.” “Revenge for what?” He asked as he took a step closer to me. I scoffed, “you have killed so many people that you don’t even remember me.” He closed his eyes as he smelled, as he opened his eyes, now red and looked at me. “You need to go.” He stated. “Not until I get my revenge for you killing my parents.” I said vehemently as I charged at him with the knife and stabbed him, but he didn’t move. He just stood there and let me stab him.

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

"We will see who wins first, Brother," He stood up and smirked at me, sparking a challenge I won’t back away from. "Either your revenge... or my extortion?" My smirk also grew wider as I replied strongly, having no intentions of failing. "We will see," He let out a quiet jeering laugh and left me all alone in my undesirable thoughts after starting a lethal game. I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces.

He was extremely handsome and charming. The pleasure was intense, my toes curling, yet beneath the surface, I knew our connection was nothing but a facade. I was merely acting, using him as a chess piece in my calculated revenge against Michele. There was no room for real affection in this game of mine. Catching my distant gaze, Scott pinched me sharply, jolting me back to the moment. "What are you thinking about? You're clearly enjoying this. Do you really still want to leave?" My response was a hazy, seductive look as I licked my lips, an image of irresistible allure.

Whose life would I unravel next in my quest for retribution? The night was young, and the city stretched out before me like a vast chessboard. I moved my pieces carefully, planning my next move with meticulous precision. The game was far from over, and I, Amber, was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost. The taste of victory was sweet on my lips as I continued my calculated assault on Lucas Davis. He had no inkling that the woman orchestrating his downfall was the very one he had wronged – his estranged wife, Amber, whose appearance he could no longer recognize due to the skillful hands of a skilled plastic surgeon.

"Elena Reyes. She transmigrated too." "And Father fell in love with another player before even understanding what she was. What they all are." Julian's voice took on a bitter edge. "Players in the Hunter System Game. That's what we call it when we figure out the truth. A game designed to test whether humanity can overcome its own worst instincts. Whether people can build something better when faced with apocalyptic threat." "And if they fail?" "The game resets. Everyone returns to their original world with no memory of what happened. Lenore ceases to exist. All the people you met, the friends you made, the choices you struggled with, erased. Like they never happened."

Layla watched Aria’s panicked face on the screen, and her heart was dancing in excitement. She took in a few deep breaths as the smile on her face widened. The day she had been waiting for was finally here. She was going to exert her revenge on this bitch! Oh, she could not wait to land a few slaps on her face. She looked at Marcus and hugged him, “Honey, you are a genius. We have successfully trapped our enemies, and now, they will have no choice but to dance to our tunes.” Marcus was not in the mood to celebrate. His past experience had taught him a huge lesson. Unless he saw Damian down with his two eyes, he won’t relax a muscle.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

I pleaded. “You think you actually have a bargaining chip? Do you think you have something valuable enough to trade? I did ask you to call the number at 6 tonight. But I don’t really need you to do it yourself. I can kill you now and take your phone. Or option two, I can kill you now, then make Kiara bring you back to life. You'll still end up making the call, but you will be in a great deal of pain when you do it. I will break every single bone that Eva had broken while she was here. We can bring you back to life after killing you a hundred times. You should be down on your knees, thanking us for granting you mercy and only killing you once. It’s your decision, just know that you will not j

The Weight of the Crown The Centurions charged, their exo-suits clanging against the stone. Kael met them with a roar that was part man, part wolf, and entirely Shadow. He moved with blurring speed, his claws—now tipped with violet obsidian energy—cutting through the reinforced human armor like it was paper. He was a storm of retribution. Every strike he landed was driven by the five years of isolation Elara had endured. Every movement was a prayer for the future they had been denied.