Ryan Retribution Novels & Stories

I answered him. “Then I don’t understand. How can they claim retribution for you breaking Carson’s nose but you can’t claim retribution for them leaving Rylee for dead in the forest,” he said to me. “You don’t have to understand why I do anything, as long as this lair is functioning and our dragonkin are safe you’ve got nothing to worry about,” I said. “Hmm,” Rev said and continued eating. “Yes,” Hannah said as she and Rev looked at each other and she turned her attention back to her food.

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?

“Let Rhett make the first mistake. Let the anger rot him from the inside. Red is just a distraction.” “But—” “I said wait,” the man snapped, turning around sharply. “Do not question me again.” Ira bowed slightly, the message received. His face returned to its expressionless mask. The tattooed man stepped past him, heading toward the inner chamber. “Rhett will retaliate. But it won’t be clean. He’ll suspect everyone. Mistrust leads to mistakes. And when he turns on his own, that’s when we strike. I want the attack on Red to be complete—an execution, not a battle. Let him bleed from a thousand cuts first.”

In no time, my figure went out of shape. I kept a close eye on Mirabelle. Yet, much like in my previous life, she continued to get younger. My ruined skin and out-of-shape body didn't affect her at all. When Marcus returned from his business trip, he was startled by my appearance. With open contempt, he said, "Rosetta, my company's anniversary is in a few days. If that's how you're going to show up, forget it; don't bother going. I refuse to be humiliated because of you."

I will do it" He suddenly screamed. Dante smirked, dropping his gun down. This wasn’t just revenge. It wasn’t even justice. It was retribution. It was a reckoning. And Dante was the storm delivering it.

Retribution might be delayed, but it will never fail to arrive. "My bias is right—those brain-dead fans and keyboard warriors should really watch their mouths." "It’s not that retribution doesn't exist, it’s just that the time hasn't come yet. This is aimed at all of you." "These keyboard warriors are truly detestable. A relative of mine was driven to suicide by online harassment." "It's hard to persuade a dead soul with good words. If they could listen, they wouldn't be cyberbullying others every day." Many people shared the same sentiment.

Zion snarled, his grip tightening around her neck. "I'm not scared of you," she gritted out. "I made you who you are, and I can break you if you push me." She sneered, meeting his intense glare with unwavering defiance. In a swift motion, he slammed her back against the wall, the impact reverberating through her body. "And you think I'll go down alone?" he hissed, his eyes narrowing with a chilling intensity. "I promise you, I'll ruin your life forever if you dare to hurt Ayva or my child."

That's what people would normally call it but in their household, it was called 'retribution'---the Rigiddin style of disciplining. No matter how much you will hate me, this is all for your benefit. Life is not a fairy tale where every mistake can still have a happy ending but life is a battlefield where any acts of foolishness could send you to the grave, were her brother’s words. She clearly remembered them when she once received retribution from him, too. What could have been Rex' reaction? "Hey, what's wrong? You're suddenly looking too pale." Raeya shook her head. How many years had already passed. She could not let herself be chained. She had already broken free of that thanks to Ryder

A madness in his stare, a hunger for revenge. “Bryan,” Ronan drawled. “You always were predictable. I knew, killing your crew would chase you back to Los Angeles to protect your family.” He added, a wide grin on his face. Him confirming to killing Lincoln and Raymond, made Bryan blood boil in rage— He wants Revenge! Bryan immediately raised his gun, but Ronan shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Now, now. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to them, would we?” He gestured toward Mia and Mrs. Chapman.

“Those who kill innocent living beings from the Dark World will incur karmic retribution. The ones who died in the formation were. Karmic retribution would have scattered their souls even if I hadn’t killed them.” After hearing this, the powerhouses looked at each other in shock. They took in a cold breath simultaneously. “You have two choices now.” James stared at them. “First, go back where you came from. You still retain the strength of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Third Tribulation. You can go back and see the true face of the Timaeus Sect. “Second, follow me. See if a living being like me from the Dark World is as bloody and vicious as your rumors say.”