A Game Of Retribution Novels & Stories

I waited to feel the starvation. Instead, I felt the heavy, biting weight of iron. Clink. Clink. I tried to pull my hands toward my face, but the chains snapped tight, anchoring my wrists to a bolt in the wall. The sound echoed off the stone, a jagged, rhythmic reminder that fate has a sick sense of humor. Not again. Please, God, not like this. I had lived. I had come back. I had played the game, I had gotten allies, and yet, here I was back in the one place I promised myself I would never see again. The basement. The tomb.

This was war, and war required sacrifices. The fire in my chest grew hotter by the second as I balled my fists. Little did the humans know what awaited them. They believed that their walls and their weapons made them secure, and they didn’t realize. They didn’t understand what it meant to confront someone like me — someone with nothing left to lose. This wasn’t revenge anymore. It was retribution. A reckoning. And I would ensure it was a war they would never forget.

He did whatever his mother told him. And because I loved him, I let it go as long as it wasn’t too much. However, I never imagined that even in something like this, he’d side with his family to deceive me. He had completely betrayed my trust. Just then, as the cameraman following us finally lowered his gear, Mira suddenly lunged forward, snatched up the camera, and smashed it hard against the ground. She pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. “Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online!

I knew what they were thinking: that their leader had crossed another line, that the balance of blood I carried was no longer something that could be contained. And maybe they were right. The ambush two nights ago still replayed itself in fragments inside my skull: the screech of tires, the crackle of gunfire, Isabella’s sharp intake of breath beside me before I pulled her down into the floor of the car. The black mask of the hooded man appeared before me like a phantom I could never quite grasp, his voice echoing even now: “Balance is bled, Alexander. Yours has yet to come.” That phrase looped through me, an unholy mantra, and I hated it because I understood it. Retribution was not simply a

The group fell silent, the weight of his words unsettling. “The Reflection Game,” Ardan continued, “was not created by mortals. It was forged by the Seven Immortals during the Age of Chaos. They designed it as a tool to test humanity, to separate the weak from the strong. Every century, the game manifests, seeking out individuals who embody courage, wisdom, and determination. But there’s a catch—it thrives on sacrifice and conflict. The more you resist, the harder it fights back.” Mia’s voice trembled as she asked, “So... what happens if we fail?”

"You kept it from me for so long because you were afraid I'd give up, weren't you? But Calvin, I lost everything a long time ago. Learning this truth only made me more aware of that. Yet, even so, I still want to try—to learn how to love again. Not for any reason other than this: when I was lying alone in that hospital bed, desperate, I asked Elijah if he'd marry me. He took my hand and said, 'Yes.' In my darkest moment, he held onto me and told me I was Patricia, his wife. Even if it's all just a dream, I want to stay asleep a little longer. So, Calvin, let me be selfish this once. You're the most important person to me, and I want your support." "Do you still want revenge?" "You know, I ha

He yelled at his assistant, "Prepare a contract right now!" Several minutes later, a printed sheet was placed on Tony's desk, bearing the title ‘Lost Goods Retrieval Agreement’. The contents were simple. If I could find the thief and recover the stolen item within three days, the factory would reward me with $1 million. Otherwise, if I failed to uncover the truth or caused additional losses, I would need to compensate the factory for its $3.6 million loss. Tony lit his cigarette, and the smoke wafted slowly in the air. "If you can't afford the compensation, you can pay me back by working for me your entire life."

"So... we're stuck? We just keep killing until they catch us? Or until we go insane?" "No," Ren said. He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "We're hostages. I checked the history. There was a Squad before us. Squad 3. They all died in 'accidents' right after they tried to quit. The Admin doesn't accept resignations." Kara went pale, the blood draining from her face. "So we're dead either way." "Not if we change the rules," Ren whispered. "Listen to me very carefully. I planted something in the server. A backdoor. A kill switch. It's called Project Reversal. It turns the game's targeting system against the Admin."

" For helping me see what I've been blind to see all this while." " Have you been blind to see, or you just didn't want to talk to see it? Anyway, you're welcome. Any compliment is handy now." I muttered and folded my hands. Until I felt a hand tickle my sides, I laughed while running away. " Stop! That ain't funny!" " It's called payback time." He muttered, picking a basketball. " For what?" " For cheating in that last game. Remember?" Oops... I already forgot. But I smirked devilishly at him.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?