Deadly Retreat Novels & Stories

The night was clear and the only thing you could see was the group of men in a huddle. As Shaye and her girls got closer they noticed that the men where gambling. “Gurl, I mean if that was me I would have told him to stick it in the next bitch."

Instead of moving to get out of the tree, Alec just looks at me. “Well, come on!” I lower myself to the next branch, the pine needles catching in my coat. “Winter.” I look up at him. “You’re not seriously thinking about running, are you?” “No.” He shakes his head once. “But I want you to know what we’re about to walk into. These people… they’re killers. They’re here for blood.” A shiver runs through me. He’s giving me a chance to save myself, but I can’t do that. How could I ever live with myself if I ran away and abandoned everyone?

Joseph told me that Tracy had run into some gangsters while waiting for me outside the station. Thanks to our recent crackdown on illegal activities, I'd arrested their leader. They wanted to get revenge on me, so they knocked Tracy out and dragged her away. Then, they'd chopped her limbs off and thrown her remains into a nearby drain. I couldn't believe Tracy was dead. I looked into Joseph's eyes, my disbelief evident. He lowered his head and sighed. Meanwhile, Ruth slumped onto the desk and burst into tears.

"Back to the capital! Fortify the Obsidian walls! Move!" ​The remaining Western vanguard completely fractured, their disciplined formations dissolving into a frantic, chaotic retreat as they fled toward the western borders, leaving the frozen plains choked with the bodies of their fallen comrades. _____ ​KAELEN’S POV ​The feedback loop of the white-gold blast shot an electric jolt straight down our quicksilver tether, the density of the magic nearly knocking me off my feet as I stood at the edge of the ridge.

This group of vampires, who only knew how to take from me and use me for their own ends, were not worthy of being my clan. And that unworthy mate, I had already given up on him completely. He would get what was coming to him. --- Three Months Later — Silver Moon Clan Territory I stood on the balcony of my new castle, looking out over the moonlit city, feeling at peace. My phone rang. It was Chloe. “Lydia, did you see the news?” her voice was buzzing with excitement. “Your ex’s clan has completely collapsed!” “I saw,” I said lightly. The internal vampire communiqués were very detailed:

"This is the last time. From now on, you and I are finished. There'll be nothing between us whatsoever. If you dare come back, or if you dare come near my family and me…" He paused, his gaze turning icy. "I'll kill you myself." Avelina shivered. She stared at Arturo for the longest time, too afraid to speak. In the end, she could only nod frantically. Arturo thought that by compromising this one time, he could at least temporarily calm things down and protect the daughter he had never met. But he had underestimated the Brunetti Famiglia's determination to wipe everyone out. He didn't know that a deadly net had already begun tightening—quietly and invisibly—around him.

But it was not built to re-engage a target whose active defense system had just demonstrated it could reach orbital altitude, and the Leviathan's command crew made the assessment that a coordinated withdrawal was the correct response to that information. It moved north. General Vane ordered the full retreat at 8:23 PM. Xander watched the ring formation contract — not rout, contract, the disciplined withdrawal of a professional military organization that had received clear orders and was executing them in good order, and he let them go because his job was to hold the plains long enough for the families to clear, which had been accomplished, and pursuing a retreating force of fifty-four siege

“Pull back! Everyone fall back to rally point Alpha!” It should have been simple. Retreat meant lives. Retreat meant regroup and fight another day. It meant Johnny’s death wasn’t for nothing. Sophie knew it as a fact carved into bone. She felt the rational part of her brain line up and nod. This is right. This is necessary. But the field disagreed. Wolves swarmed like tide, and magic coiled and struck, splitting formations. Comms crackled with orders and the last sounds of men slipping into silence. Sophie’s headset screamed with static. Then Shiloh’s voice, sharp, cut through with urgency. “Sophie, fall back.”

It folded in on itself until it was nothing more than a tiny, harmless marble of compressed data, which fell into the mud with a dull thud. The Retreat of the Nothing Seeing their lead ship dereferenced by a "Glitch," the remaining two Deleters broke their formation. They ascended rapidly, their Null-Fields flickering and dying as they retreated back into the grey scars of the sky. The valley returned to its vibrant, chaotic self. The Vector-Morphs began to spin again, the Bio-Spores glowed brighter than ever, and the refugees let out a roar of triumph that shook the cedar walls of the longhouse.

As we fought off wave after wave of enemies, I could feel the exhaustion weighing me down, but I pushed through it, drawing on the strength of my pack and the fire burning in my heart. "We need to retreat," Alex shouted over the din of battle. "We're outnumbered, and we can't afford to lose any more warriors." I nodded in agreement, scanning the battlefield for an escape route. "Fall back!" I called out to the pack, gesturing for them to retreat deeper into the forest. As we made our retreat, I could hear the taunts and jeers of our enemies echoing behind us, spurring us on to move faster, fight harder. But even as we regrouped and caught our breath, I couldn't shake the feeling of failure t