Deadly Retreat Novels & Stories

"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.

Warren stiffened. Mara spun around. Kael’s head snapped up. I felt the words sink into the air like a command. The leader hesitated — just for a moment — torn between pride and caution. Another bolt cracked through the dark, landing at his feet. This time, the message was unmistakable. Retreat. Not permanently. Not peacefully. But now. The leader snarled, retreat pulled into his expression like a bitter taste. He motioned sharply to his surviving scouts. Fall back.

We needed an escape plan—and fast. A grenade went off nearby, the force of the explosion sending dust and debris flying. I coughed, my ears ringing, but I forced myself to focus. “We need to retreat,” I said, looking up at Damian. His expression was grim. He didn’t want to run. It wasn’t in his nature. But even he knew this wasn’t a fight we could win right now. With a sharp nod, he grabbed his radio. “Fall back!” His men hesitated for only a second before obeying. We moved quickly, covering each other as we retreated toward the vehicles parked outside.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Apollo lifted his head. The Marches stretched before him, torn open and burning low, the retreat unfolding across it in disciplined movement that defied the devastation the Spire had wrought. Units pulled back in staggered layers, shields raised, spacing tightening as they moved, not breaking, not scattering, but bending without collapse, reforming with each step they surrendered. From a distance, the withdrawal possessed a terrible, almost liturgical beauty, rank after rank moving through ruin with a faith so that even catastrophe could not wholly extinguish—a procession of the damned, marching beneath a sky that had forgotten mercy. Good.

Many of the Raksasa Tribe's rider armies perished in the pool of blood. 'Sh*t! That is not good!' Darryl panicked and immediately stood up. "Bowen! The enemy is too strong. You can't just order your soldiers to charge at them. Order them to retreat for now!" Darryl had run out of hope at first. When he saw Bowen and Veron come to his aid, he began to regain hope and footing. "Retreat! Retreat!" Bowen did not think twice and ordered hurriedly. "Listen to Darryl. Retreat!"

There was a dilapidated courtyard at the end of the alley, and I heard Meredith's manic laughter drift out from inside. "My child is dead! Dead! Why should your children live, Annabelle? They can die, too!" she screamed. I charged inside and pressed the dagger to her neck. However, to my despair, I didn't see my babies anywhere. "Where are my children, Meredith?" I shrieked. She gave me a psychotic smile. "They're dead. I told you, Annabelle. You'll never defeat me!" I couldn't take it anymore, and my eyes turned bloodshot. In my past life, Tim had died in my arms in a fire. In this life, Meredith had killed my three babies. Anger and hatred surged in me.

He and Kieran had been searching for Tabitha, who loved him greatly, for two difficult months, but now, another kid was calling her "Mommy" Before anyone could stop him, he charged forward like a flash and threw himself into Tabitha's arms. "Mommy, I missed you so much!" Tabitha had already recovered from her initial shock. She stepped aside and avoided his embrace. "What are you guys doing here?" Just then, the system she had thought was gone spoke again. "Tabitha, the mission world is showing signs of collapse. As a result…" After the system explained everything, Tabitha finally understood what had happened after she left. Kieran had fallen back into complete emotional withdrawal.

In the process, he had forgotten that he had once loved me too. Hazily, I heard someone calling my name. When I snapped back to reality, I saw Dad plunging a dagger through his chest. Even so, he was smiling. Slowly, I, too, faded away, with nothing left to feel.

Hyacinth screamed as blood spilled on her, Alejandro actually shot his chest before leaving the house. "Take care of the rest!" He said to his men and they nodded. Hyacinth was still urging Massimo to get up when she got too. She screamed again as she let go of Massimo falling into her dark Oblivion.