The Reckoning Novel Novels & Stories

“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.

The ensuing silence, filled with her shallow breaths, seemed to last forever until it was broken by her meek, yet firm refusal. "No!" Her hazel gaze locked with his fierce, gray ones. "I-I won't do it." Kevin clenched his teeth, fury simmering in his gaze. The sting of her rejection sliced through him like a thousand knives. He had already reached the limit of his patience and here she was pushing him even further. "Do you hear yourself?" Kevin took a step nearer, exuding authority, and Emma found her determination dwindling. "I-I can't do it," Emma unconsciously took a step back.

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

POV: Callum Wells With sneaky whispers, the shadows appeared to call to me, kindling the flames of obsession hotter into my veins with every day. Ivory Wells and her unrelenting fight had driven me to the very brink; now, there would be no turning back from the chasm. Too much had been given up, too many deftly spun plans had been implemented over the years. All lead to this unavoidable junction when the status quo would either be maintained by forceful action...or irreversibly disrupted into anarchy.

Speaking of the devil, Ronan walks towards us, his face twisted into a cunning smirk. He knows. He knows everything he shouldn't. I'm doomed.

And beneath it, words written in a language I hadn’t seen in years: “The wolf you abandoned will pay. The fire that spared you will be unleashed. Prepare for the reckoning.” My stomach dropped. My wolf growled, ears flattened, body trembling with rage and fear. This wasn’t just a threat—it was a promise. Dresden’s hand found mine again. “We’ll stop them,” he said, voice steady, unwavering. “We’ll end this. Together.” But even as he spoke, I knew it wasn’t that simple. The reckoning had already begun. And whatever lay ahead, it was personal, brutal, and inescapable.

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.

It’s because I saw my future. “A future where you infected me, where I lost my baby, and where I died a miserable death." I looked straight into his eyes. "Now you've walked that path in my place. So, tell me, should I be thanking you?" His cloudy eyes widened violently. A strangled sound tore from his throat. His body began convulsing uncontrollably. The line on the heart monitor spiked wildly before flattening into a single, piercing tone. The floating comments exploded. [YES! THIS is how the story was meant to end! The villainess changed her fate, and the scumbag ended up living her nightmare instead!]