Deadly Retreat Novels & Stories

Matteo’s POV “Down,” I hissed, yanking Diego behind a crumbling concrete post as the two guards at the gate made a slow patrol turn. Max’s voice clicked through the comms. “Visuals confirm. Two down, four more outside. East perimeter clear.” I tapped twice against my throat mic. “Team Alpha, hold the exit. Team Bravo, you're with me.” We moved low and fast, our feet barely brushing the mossy ground. The bunker loomed in the distance like a buried beast, hidden beneath layers of overgrowth and silence.

But just as I reached the doorway, fingers snatched at my hoodie from behind, yanking me back with surprising strength. I stumbled, my teeth gritting as I caught myself. "So, you really are a desperate bitch," Delia hissed, her nails digging into the fabric as she wrenched me back. "Old men weren’t enough for you, so now you’re fucking your boss?" I yanked my hoodie free from her grip, stepping back before I did something reckless—like break her nose. My pulse was still hammering, my body thrumming with frustration, but I forced myself to meet Delia’s glare with an icy calm.

" he screamed, his voice filled with desperation and fear. He frantically pulled and tugged at me, but my body was frozen stiff. With his pull, I fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Ean staggered and fell. Helen, who was outside the door, turned pale with fright. Then, a trace of calmness flashed in her eyes, "Ean, she's already dead. You need to accept it." Ean turned to look at her, then roared, "She's not dead! How could she be dead? It's impossible!"

Finally seeing Alex out, Mr Kernon retired to the house where his wife was frantically searching for Kamil. “She has left.” The woman said, making Me Kernon's nose wrinkle in disgust. He had finally found a use for her and now she had vanished. What a daughter she was. “Let her be. She'll come back sooner or later.” Mr Kernon said as he climbed the stairs, heading to his room to retire for the night. Back in B city, Hazel had just gotten into bed when her phone beeped. Stretching out her hand, she took the phone from the bedside table, staring at the message that was clearly from Damien.

"She witnessed part of the incident last night. Now, I need to ensure her safety without revealing too much." Max, taking a step ahead, voiced a concern that lingered in the air. "Bro, don’t you think you are giving her special treatment?" Francisco, gazing at his palm, took a deep breath before responding. "Do you remember the night when death was knocking at my door?" Max's expression shifted, recalling the haunting memories of that perilous night. "Ah… how could I forget that horrible night? We were nearly losing you," Max answered, the vivid recollection of the danger they faced etched in his mind.

On a rainy day, Mr.Welsh was chasing a man along the street, "stop stop!", he screamed at the man with a loud voice, chasing him at the alley, {Breathing rapidly}, Mr.Welsh pulled a gun out, he pointed the gun at the man "u are under arrest", {panting} Mr.welsh exclaimed, getting closer to the man, he quickly grabbed him and pinned him on the ground, then Mr.welsh took off his handcuffs to arrest him.

And they were going to die. The tide of the battle had turned. The loyalists, their morale shattered by the impossible power of the gold sword, were no longer fighting to win. They were fighting to escape, their desperate, panicked retreat a chaotic, disorganized rout. Hypatos was a relentless, unforgiving force, his blade a river of liquid fire that cut through their ranks with a brutal, terrifying efficiency. “We have to go!” I shouted, my voice a sharp, urgent warning that was laced with a rising, adrenaline-fueled panic.

Pushing aside the pain, she asked me tearfully, “Does this make you feel better? Will it make you stay?” The wounds were very deep. But Ivy had died in the cruel summer heat, and Peter had died in pain from his illness. They had suffered no less than Alyse was suffering right at this moment. I heard myself say coldly, “No. You should die for your sins.” Alyse closed her beautiful eyes, and tears streamed down her face. When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood.

Flesh curled back and blood gushed out in a torrent, quickly creating a dark red stain on the ground. “Zoey Stone, you little troublemaker!”