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."

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ RETRIBUTION (COMING SOON) REVENGE IS JUSTICE ATHENA It's more karma than vengeance, but it counts. Dylan Thompson, James Miller, and Tom Sanders will pay for what they have done to me. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to make them wish they'd never met me; they always say save the best for last, so my vengeance on them will be my grand finale, but the others will have to pay first. Leo

"W-What do y-you want f-from me?" Retribution smiled with such maliciousness that she could have made most of the guild counsel turn tail and run. "I know what you have been doing to your husband and his family, but I want to hear your story. Your fate may be a little less painful if you comply with my wishes." Delora paled then reddened. She started to let out a string of curses and insults, but was interrupted by Retribution’s steel re-enforced bracer coming hard across her face. "Insolence is not becoming of a fool." Disdain dripped from Retribution’s tones. Now bleeding freely, Delora opted to give her the information she wanted. When Delora was finished with her confession, Retribution

"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."

One day, she would stand beside me, not as a pawn, but as a force greater than any of them could ever comprehend. I turned away from the window, walking slowly through the dimly lit corridor, my mind weaving through the intricate web of my plans. Everything had to be perfect. Every move calculated. Every step leading toward the inevitable. Vengeance. Not the reckless, blind vengeance Alexa had sought, but something far greater. Retribution. For all the years I had been forgotten. For all the years I had been erased. No one knew I existed. Not Julian Blackwood. Not Lexi. Not even Alexa, before her demise.

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.