Deadly Retreat Novels & Stories

In the end, we were taken to a funeral parlor, where the men led us in. Terence stood there, dressed in black from head to toe. His eyes were red. Summer knew who he was and immediately understood what had happened when she saw him. Her trembling intensified. "W-What are you doing here, Mr. York?" He stared at her and growled, "Addy is dead." Summer was stunned. Everyone on campus knew Terence was a psycho. A student had once insulted Adeline. The next day, her leg had been broken. Earlier, Summer had thought Adeline was only injured because the college had insisted on keeping the police out of the matter.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

“The mighty Luna, drowning in her own failure.” I swallowed down the burning frustration and forced my voice to rise above the chaos. “Fall back!” I commanded. “Regroup at the eastern ridge!” Some hesitated, their instincts screaming against retreat, but I didn’t have time for doubt. “That’s an order!” I snapped, steel lacing my words. The Nymari began their retreat, their formation shifting as they fought to break free from the enemy’s relentless pursuit. A warrior screamed as the wraithbeast lunged, its massive jaws snapping shut around his torso. His body crumpled, lifeless.

“Negative. He’s either under cover or elsewhere. They’re not scattering, Wren. They’re digging in.” “And you?” she asked. “Three mags, one pulse. No exfil corridor that doesn’t run through their teeth.” Retreat and regroup, doctrine whispered. Cut your losses. Live to hunt another day. Whisper Team wasn’t supposed to die on clever city tricks. But retreat meant abandoning what Dominion had sent them to test. She touched the side of her helmet, switching from team channel to the narrow-band relay still whispering up to the satellite. The link was weak, full of static, but Dominion Command answered with chilling promptness.

"If we don't retreat now, we'll all be killed." Ethan slammed a massive zombie into the stone floor, "Fall back" Ethan roared, his command booming across the valley like a wave of heat. "Retreat down the lower ridge!" The surviving soldiers moved with practiced military precision, firing guns and throwing flares into the advancing horde of undead soldiers to blind their lines as we scrambled into the vehicles. High above us on the cliff, a loud, mocking laugh cut through the blizzard. Alpha Richard stood arrogantly beside my treacherous sister, Sienna, watching our retreating trucks with pure, villainous glee.

The proud men who had marched before their banners, only moments before, were now retreating in disarray, abandoning formation and survival gradually became all that mattered. My Nightmare warriors gave chase, pursuing them across the border for several yards. Then I threw back my head and released a single earth-shaking roar. The noise of the thunder was like the thunder of heaven beating on the field of battle. Every wolf froze. Mine. And theirs. The retreat was unhindered.

The strikes begin at dawn because dawn is when tired people make mistakes, and these particular people have accumulated a considerable debt. The last warning comes in the blue-grey hour before first light. Jin is reading through a target file when he reaches a reference to an APEX control protocol, the kind of buried leverage a frightened committee might remember once every ordinary option has failed. Maya turns toward Marcus. “Decommissioned,” he says. Flat. Certain. “They tried to keep a leash on us. It didn’t hold. The recall channel died before I got my people out. I’d know.”

They looked terrified. "Mr. Vance! Mr. Vance, it's a disaster," one of them stammered. "Three of our biggest contracts just got voided. The clients all jumped ship to a firm in Harbor City. And the flagship software? It got flagged for violations and pulled from the market. We're looking at massive fines." "Mr. Vance, please," another begged. "You have to get Ms. Lane back. She's the only one who can fix this. Without her, we're bankrupt."

As soon as Stephan had left with his mother, all hell had broken loose, the Elite Guard had fought to buy them enough time and now it was time for us to retreat. “Fall back, fall back!” I yelled out, calling the retreat. The warlock sent Vane flying backwards and he crashed into the cave wall. Vane winced and looked up at me. I was standing there observing the fight, “What do you think you are doing , Chase?” I sneered at him, “Didn’t you hear me call the retreat, the plan had worked, it’s time to get out of here.” “Don’t let them leave, kill them all!” one of the grand warlocks yelled in his deep rumbling voice as more witches and warlocks poured out of the caves.

As soon as they were forced to retreat over the mountain apex, their descent would begin, in more than one way. "Why did I ever trust an Icelandic General?!" Dellinger hissed through his teeth, regretting his decision to give up command. If not for the old man intervening, he would've retreated long ago, before the enemy was right on their heels. Besides this, he had the nagging suspicion that his master, who'd ridden into that ominous black mass with his companions, might not emerge anymore. Whatever that mass was, it was taking numerous lives on the battlefield still, only that it now was their enemies'.