Ryan Retribution Novels & Stories

"I see what was done to you. It was wrong. It was evil." The fire flared hotter at my admission. "But she," I pointed a trembling finger at Jaynayah through the bars, "is not the one who did it. And neither am I. You are punishing the innocent to satisfy the dead. That makes you no better than the monsters who hurt you." WE DO NOT SEEK JUSTICE, the voice snarled. WE SEEK RETRIBUTION. "You won't get it from her," I growled. I reached out and grabbed the bars of the cage with both hands.

Ryan had explained his reasons for declaring that the divorce won't be happening as taking good measures towards preventing future conflicts, but I call that bullshit. He did it because he wouldn't—not couldn't—go against his father. Ryan might be Don, but Rex remains his father still. From the little I know, after Rue's body was found on the train tracks, Rex completely lost it. He fell deep in grief, and when he finally gathered himself? He painted the city with the blood of those whom he thought were behind his misery—an action that young Ryan had to intervene with since Rex was winning them more enemies than they could bear to keep. One such enemy is whispered to be the Mexican cartel.

At first, Aria let their words blur, focusing instead on Kieran’s heartbeat against her back, the brush of his breath against her hair, the way his hands roamed absently, soothing himself by touching her. But then she caught a word that pierced through the haze. “Retaliation.” Her head lifted slightly. She began listening closely. Kieran and Thorne were aligned, both insisting that retaliation was necessary. That a message needed to be sent. That no one could attack the Black Moon and escape without facing the consequences. But more than that, Kieran’s voice darkened when he spoke of it. “No one can threaten or try to take Aria without paying in blood. She is mine.”

Ragnar's heart raced as he tried to make sense of the unfolding chaos. His emotions were a swirling tempest, mirroring the dread that gripped his very core. He couldn't bring himself to accept the unthinkable truth that loomed before him. "Did you really believe that Aurora's demise would go unanswered?" Ryan's voice quivered with smoldering intensity, his eyes ablaze with a vengeance that had simmered for centuries. "Yes, it may have occurred a hundred years past, but my thirst for revenge has never waned. Past attempts may have faltered, but this time, fate has smiled upon me."

Retribution is what I planned for the Leader and his minions because of what he has done and how he has tried to kill my wife,, When I killed a man,it is always the ones that deserves it.that crossed me,the life we live is a gift,the people in my world had short life span,every moment we breathe is a gift we do not deserve and we have made peace with that.I can die any day,someone can take me out any moment so we always cherish every moment we have here on earth.but if laurel was killed,some light in the world would go out,laurel was too good,too innocent not to live,I'd lay my life down for her it if will ensure her safety,her life.

Jack, who stood just behind Edeline. I lunged. I fucking lunged. But it was too late. He drove the weapon forward—straight through Jack, and straight through Edeline. The sound—wet, final—split through my ears like a death toll. "You took something I love," Ryan sneered, blood on his lips, "so I'm taking what you love." Or something like that. My brain was a blur of white-hot rage and ringing disbelief. The words barely registered. I didn’t even kill Reynolds. Maximus did. So why the hell would this come back on me?

Abram replied. “What if we all agreed to go through what Eva did as our punishment, Abram? What if we receive the exact same punishment she was given in the Stone Fall pack? Would that help?” I offered. I had to do something to try to make this right. Hearing Abram talk about what we had done has made me realize just how wrong I was. I would have never forgiven someone for doing the same to me. I had held a grudge against Eva because I never liked her mother, Kiara. If Eva has a wolf, then she has clearly taken after Reese. I only wish I'd known this sooner. I deserved to be punished for what I had done. But, at the time it occurred, Earl and Freya were constantly complaining about how unjus

She made up her mind to go with them no matter what it takes. All through that night, she stood at the rooftop and prayed to God for divine intervention. "Dad, Mom… you guys can hear me, right? Please, help me out. I want that woman to trust me, she is the only person that can help me take revenge for your death" “What!? How can the boss behave so rashly and give you the position of the team leader?” Stella exclaimed. Sophia frowned and pouted. Why is Stella acting like it is a big deal?

“She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her long before she discovers what Selene has been trying so hard to hide. No, worse than that, it doesn’t take her long to discover *us*, two creatures worse than simply mutated wolf people, but mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put it.” “You spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess, Nemesis?” “Of course,” she answered. “She is doomsday. The en