Deadly Retreat Novels & Stories

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'.

The lines were starting to break immediately. “Delmar!” Matheus cried in desperation. Delmar bit his lip in worry. The one straining decision was ringing all across his mind; retreat and live to fight another day, or end this war right now one way or another. The Domineers were nearly upon them. Delmar clenched his teeth and shook his head. This had gone too far. “Retreat,” he breathed reluctantly. “Retreat! Make for the mountains!”

"Too many breaches. We need to fall back to the inner compound." "That abandons half our territory," I protested. "That saves half the pack," he corrected sharply. "Pride or survival, Kael. Choose fast." Another section of wall collapsed. More enemies poured in. "Full retreat!" I commanded, hating every word. "Inner compound! Move!" The withdrawal was a nightmare. Warriors covered each other’s backs while the enemy pressed hard. The snow turned crimson beneath our feet, the bodies of friend and foe alike becoming obstacles we had to climb over.

His face was pale as he looked at James and said with a grateful expression, “Thank you.” “All of you, retreat,” James said while looking at Landry. “How can we retreat?” Landry’s expression became serious. “If we retreat now, the Dark World will be doomed once this star appears. We must battle on the Halcyon Road, even if we die.”

He was alive… His warriors quickly began disengaging, dragging wounded comrades, forming withdrawal lines. Nightwing fighters wanted pursuit. Damien almost did too. Then Prince’s gaze found him across the courtyard. Even from that distance, the hatred between them felt physical. The prince lifted one hand. “Retreat!” he barked again. “We came for blood.” His eyes never left Damien. “And we got it.” He turned his horse. Death Valley forces began pulling back through the broken gate in waves, covering each other as they withdrew. Some set fires as they went, others kicked over supply carts.

The door closes and Damiano hits the wall furiously. I look at him and his eyes find me. Damiano says nothing, but he is clearly furious. He heads towards the door and leaves. I'm not going after you, on the contrary, I focus on the single sound that fills the entire room... "— Point of attack, platoon 10. Twenty-five dead, sir. We're retreating. Repeat, twenty-five dead... we're retreating." The call cuts off and then I feel my breathing quicken. We are in chaos... totally in chaos.

“If he knows we know, the place is being watched. If we go anywhere near it, we’re dead before we even reach the door.” “Not to mention this is his move,” Reid added, crossing his arms. “He’s expecting us to react. We have to be smarter.” The reality sank in. They couldn’t go in without being seen. Approaching that base would be suicide. I watched them, Logan’s clenched jaw, Austin’s flexing fingers, Reid’s focused stare on the map. They were all running through the same calculations and reaching the same dead end. I had a solution. One they were definitely not going to like.

He pleaded. "That's not how it works. Tell me what you have heard about me in the streets? What did people warn you about when it came to making deals with me?" "They said never to cross the Deadly one, to do so-" he paused, shaking his head. "To do so would be a death sentence to not only you but your family. But I didn't think I couldn't pay you back. I was one win away from getting it all back. I can get it all back." I let out a low chuckle.

My shoulders really slumped this time as I slackened in Maxwell's hold. The words crashed into me like a sledgehammer, shattering through my mind, rearranging everything I had fought for. "I had her body burned the very night she died. There was no service or cremation today." I couldn’t breathe. It was over. Everything I had fought for, everything I had endured—for nothing. I wasn’t going to get my body back. Anastasiya Van Houten was dead. And Valencia was dead with it. A raw, guttural scream clawed its way up my throat, but I swallowed it down. Not yet. Not here. Not in front of him.