Rem Reckoning Novels & Stories

Julian stood at my side, silent, his eyes flicking between me and the crowd. When the last torch was lit, I stepped forward into the center. The Moon hung above, vast and red, watching. "Brothers. Sisters," I began. "You’ve felt it. The shifting of the air. The unease in your wolves. The dreams that don’t end when you wake." Dozens of faces turned toward me—some wary, others desperate. "This isn’t the first Reckoning," I continued. "It’s the third. And every time before, it began the same way—when one wolf reached too far into the Moon’s power and forgot the balance that binds us."

“They’ve been tracked. The remaining Camorra forces will strike the docks tomorrow morning.” I nodded, taking a sip of the now-cold coffee. “Alert everyone. At five in the morning tomorrow, all workers and members of other organizations are to meet at the docks. We’ll get ready and wait for them to come.” Mark nodded. “Understood.” I looked out at the docks, lit up under the night sky. I used to think this was Papa’s battlefield, not mine. But now, I realized it was mine too, and I would protect it for Papa, the Moretti family, and myself.

Alex slumped back against the wall, blood seeping into the earth. “She’s not just back,” Nico murmured. “She’s winning.” And Alex knew he was right. Because this wasn’t a war anymore. This was personal. This was the reckoning they should’ve seen coming all along.

The Reckoning The clock on the dashboard read 3:45 AM as Mimi sped out of the Financial District. The city was a maze of sharp shadows and hostile architecture. Thorne’s final words,a promise of personal and permanent defeat reverberated in her mind, proving that her calculated risk had paid off, but now the consequences were immediate. She was no longer fighting a corporation, she was fighting the man behind it. She had forced Thorne to expose his hand.

They didn't know what they were dealing with. "I am a symbol for my people, so I cannot come here to cower, or dress my words in poetry or parables. I will speak directly. The Vance pack is the strongest ally the Dunham pack has and we want to stop the payment of taxes once and for all. We owe you nothing, we are strong enough to stand on our own and we will exert such force right here and now if necessary," he announced.

“You want to tell me why?” Rhett’s throat worked, but nothing came out. He couldn’t tell him. Not yet. Not without tearing the last thread of control he had left. Grim’s jaw tightened. “You think you can carry whatever this is by yourself, but you can’t. Not without breaking her. Not without breaking you.” Rhett turned away, fists clenching. “I did what I had to.” “Did you?” Grim asked quietly. The silence pressed heavy. ________________ Another presence filled the doorway. Ghost. Pale eyes, unreadable, but his gaze landed on Rhett like a hammer.

“Three bullets to end her miserable life.” The others chuckled. “Yes, she will plan her revenge in hell with her mother. She was a maid at your house, right?” laughed Rebekah. “Yeah, so much for forgetting her place.” Veronica laughed too. “I haven’t forgotten how she framed us in Vegas. Please let me pull the trigger on her,” said Rebekah. “Me too,” said Veronica. “Me three,” said Leilani. “Sure, all of us can. Let her wake up. I can’t wait to see her face when we send her to her mother.” Lucille grunted with fury.

"Lewis, you had a chance to save Zack! But you only believed Phoebe's words and delayed the critical period to rescue Zack. Because of that, he ended up being killed by those traffickers and randomly buried somewhere. His soul has never found peace." Dad let out a howl and threw himself onto the pile of bones. "Zack! Zack, I was wrong. Please come back, okay? I promise I won't scold you anymore! It's all my fault!" Dad repented over and over. I also followed after him as tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't blame Dad. He had given me life, and he was one of the most important person in the world to me. But Dad couldn't hear anything I said.

Jonah and his parents yelled in unison. "Fiona, how could you be so cruel? Jonah's body hasn't even gone cold, yet you're already bringing Tina back to your parents?" Jonah looked at me as if I had committed a terrible crime. In his eyes, even if he was already dead, I should dedicate my entire life to the Lloyd family. How could I possibly leave them and go back home? "Yes, Fiona. Jonah has just died, yet you're already bringing Tina back to your parents. How do you think the village will see us? We'll be utterly humiliated!"

12:00 PM. Exactly 12 noon. Her heart stopped. She shot up from the bed like someone poured hot water on her. “Twelve?! Jemima, the board presentation was scheduled for ten!” “Yes, ma’am!” “I—I’m coming!” Nina shouted and hung up immediately. Her phone fell from her hand as she jumped off the bed. She didn’t understand how she had slept so deeply. Her alarms didn’t ring. Not even one. She always set three. Her body felt strange and heavy, as if someone had tied invisible weights to her limbs. She pushed through it.