Deadly Retreat Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.

he shouted over the chaos. Aidan stumbled behind him, pale and breathless. “What’s the plan, Ethan?!” “Survive first, talk later!” Ethan snapped, leading him through a maze of overturned furniture, shattered fountains, and bullet-ridden pathways. The retreat was brutal. Ethan lost three men in quick succession as Luciano’s forces flanked them, their screams drowned out by relentless gunfire. The remaining men pushed on, forced into a desperate sprint as bullets zipped past their heads and tore into the ground around them.

More screams rang out, and Henry's men fell like dominoes, their bodies piling across the ground. Henry did not hesitate and barked, "Retreat! Andrew! Don't get caught up… Pull back!"

None of them moved, and they all had their eyes fixed calmly on me. “No, Alpha Logan.” Elder Edgin finally replied, and there's no hint of respect whatsoever in his voice as he speaks. “What I offered was a logical suggestion. Our men are tired, constantly falling under the slowly advancing enemy. Our healers on the battlefield are exhausted. At this point, it would be logical for us to sound a retreat.” There it is again, that word. I hate that word! “We don't retreat!” I snap with my fist, coming down hard on the arm of the throne. “Ash Claw Pack never retreats!”

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.”