Retreat Novels & Stories

“Fall back! We regroup—NOW!” Her warriors, in shock at her command, hesitated for only a moment before they began to pull back. The enemy, momentarily stunned, followed suit, the sound of retreating footsteps mingling with the cries of the wounded. Selene’s gaze remained fixed on Ronan’s fallen form, her heart heavy with loss, but her mind was already focused on the next step. She could not afford to falter now.

Just then I looked up to see Hound, Foxy and Jackal walking over. "What's going on, boss?" Jackal called as they neared us. "We've got something to take care of..." Wolf called back. I looked back to see Chad finally realize that we were no longer alone. "Rue, go back to the gym. Don't worry, baby. We'll handle this. He won't bother you again. Never again." Wolf commanded darkly. "I already handled it. He's not going to bother anyone for a while." I argued but Wolf just stared at me.

Slowly, the crowd began to recede, reluctantly retreating to their rightful positions within the pack. Meanwhile, Alpha Aidan and Beta Keith escorted the weary Phenrix to a secluded room, far from prying eyes. It was a sanctuary where he could find solace and recuperate in peace. Away from the constant barrage of questions and probing gazes, he could finally find the tranquility he so desperately needed.

he says quietly. “Then one day they grew tired of all the death, destruction, and losses. The constant having to rebuild. They came to their senses and finally decided on a truce. But not a simple truce. It is quite complex,” he says as he pauses to take a sip of water that had been brought in by the staff.

But I was sure he was talking to himself. Jarren carried me into the medical room and lay me gently on the bed. Hollie and Reid were pushing different machines closer to the bed. Once that was done, she grabbed a purple hospital gown and brought it to the bed before turning to Jarren. “I think you need to go with Reid. You need to get your shot.” She told him. “I just got my shot three days ago.” He retorted. “Where you’re going, you’ll need all of your self-control.” She informed it.

They waved and laughed as the other guys walked out. Carl was part of the elite squad of warriors that had been a long-standing tradition in our pack. That was until our father became Alpha. Suddenly, his need for power made him paranoid that there was an elite squad of warriors who together could take down an Alpha. So, he fired the warriors and terminated the entire elite program. Carl had already been taken off duty due to injuries, but his platoon ended up being retired as well. It included Jaxon, Waylin, Bernard, Paul, and Drake. They were the ones who I trained with, but they considered each other brothers.

Fallback positions are designed to look abandoned but perfect for an ambush. "You really think they'll fall for it?" he asked as we reviewed the western positions. "Blackthorne expects me to fight desperately to protect territory. A tactical retreat would confuse him, make him cautious." I studied the river that formed our western border. "Once he'd committed his forces to search the territory, we hit them from behind. Classic pincer movement."

⸻ Back in the safehouse— the structure shifted again. ⸻ But this time— ⸻ not outward. ⸻ Inward. ⸻ Condensing. ⸻ Shrinking. ⸻ Stabilizing. ⸻ Ethan blinked. ⸻ “…Wait.” ⸻ Victor’s eyes widened slightly. ⸻ “It’s retracting.” ⸻ Lena’s breath slowed. ⸻ “…No.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻

Anderson’s ward for one final, thorough examination to make absolutely sure everything was stable before they left. "Thank you so much, Meadow. You’ve been a godsend," Mr. Anderson said weakly from his bed, managing a grateful smile. I returned the smile warmly. "You’re welcome, Mr. Anderson. Just remember to come back every two weeks for your checkups. Avoid anything that could stress you out, and if you feel even the slightest discomfort, call me or Doctor Zane immediately. Take care, sir—have a nice day." I breathed a deep sigh of relief as I stepped into the hallway. Finally. Just six more months of this, and I’ll be back home in Northvale with Ethan and Fiona, leaving all this drama beh

Gone from the room in an instant. The aperture above contracted sharply, the light collapsing inward until it vanished completely. The pressure disappeared and the silence broke. Sound rushed back in all at once. The city breathing again. Jamal let out a sharp breath. “Tell me that means it is over.” “No,” I said. Vale shook his head slowly. “That was not a retreat.” “No,” I agreed. “That was a decision delay.” Lena looked at me. “What does that mean?” I stared at the ceiling where the aperture had been.