A Game Of Retribution Novels & Stories

I screamed in pain as I fell hard on the floor, my spirit was adamant about dying but my body had already given up a long time ago. I stumbled, battling to hold on a little longer as I watched Tianah squatting next to me. "Goodbye bestie. You really lived a good life." She chuckled as I breathed heavily. I wanted revenge! I wanted to put them in the same pain they had put me through, I wanted another chance to rewrite my history. I wanted to live again and see Tianah dying while I smirked at her. "With the little time I have left, I pray to the moon goddess for a second chance." I smiled, closing my eyelid in death.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” ************************* Re-entering the Bloodlust games was never an option in Kiara’s life. But when revenge is on the line and both she and Richard are forced into them, they have nothing to do but survive, for it was either play and live. Or die…

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” ************************* Re-entering the Bloodlust games was never an option in Kiara’s life. But when revenge is on the line and both she and Richard are forced into them, they have nothing to do but survive, for it was either play and live. Or die…

The thought sent a shiver down her spine as she sped off into the night, ready to unleash her wrath upon the world. The darkness seemed to close in around her, a reflection of the turmoil brewing within. Valtira's heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat of vengeance, as she vanished into the shadows, a force to be reckoned with. The game had indeed begun, and only time would tell who would emerge victorious.

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

Step two: Reclaim her father’s fortune. Step three: Make them all pay for what they did. It seemed simple, right? Except she didn’t count on Damien flipping the script. In the end, it is a game where love, power, and revenge are at stake, who will win and who will be left with nothing?

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

And nothing destroys a narcissist faster than becoming irrelevant to the person they obsessed over. Retribution is not loud. It is not always violent. Sometimes it’s quiet, precise, relentless, and inescapable. And as he sat alone in a penthouse no one respected anymore, watching a world move on without him, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: This was not the end for him. This was worse. This was the beginning of his disappearance.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

“We can always just let him run a gauntlet … give him a taste of his own medicine.” My insides go cold, and faint nausea pushes up in my throat. “What do you mean?” I ask through numb lips. “You know…we form two lines, let him run from one side to the other while we beat the shit out of him.” “Torture?” “Retribution.”