The Retribution Novels & Stories

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Jackson must have planned this. "What's happening?" Elise whispered. Cameras were set up, and Jackson stepped forward. One of the journalists brought a microphone and a make shift podium for him to speak. “People of the pack,” Jackson began “In seven days, our former Luna will perform the rite of retribution for her crimes. She will shave her hair, wear sackcloth, and walk the length of our pack, begging for our forgiveness.” His words annoyed me further. The rite of retribution was one of the most humiliating punishments imaginable. It was designed to break the spirit, to leave the offender with nothing but shame. And Jackson was going to make Elise endure it in front of everyone.

“It’s their code.” “For what?” Darius asked. Rowan met Lyra’s eyes. “Retribution.”

The three of them may be in different places, but they're bound together in the same endless cycle of hatred. I picked up the report, glanced at it without reading, and tossed it straight into the shredder beside me. "No need to report these things to me anymore." My grandfather patted my hand, his eyes filled with both pride and sorrow. "It's all over now, child. With me here, no one will ever hurt you again." I nodded. "Yes. It's finally over." Taking a long, steady breath, I let it sink in. Retribution had come at last—the wicked had paid their price.

He yelled at his assistant, "Prepare a contract right now!" Several minutes later, a printed sheet was placed on Tony's desk, bearing the title ‘Lost Goods Retrieval Agreement’. The contents were simple. If I could find the thief and recover the stolen item within three days, the factory would reward me with $1 million. Otherwise, if I failed to uncover the truth or caused additional losses, I would need to compensate the factory for its $3.6 million loss. Tony lit his cigarette, and the smoke wafted slowly in the air. "If you can't afford the compensation, you can pay me back by working for me your entire life."

I pleaded. “You think you actually have a bargaining chip? Do you think you have something valuable enough to trade? I did ask you to call the number at 6 tonight. But I don’t really need you to do it yourself. I can kill you now and take your phone. Or option two, I can kill you now, then make Kiara bring you back to life. You'll still end up making the call, but you will be in a great deal of pain when you do it. I will break every single bone that Eva had broken while she was here. We can bring you back to life after killing you a hundred times. You should be down on your knees, thanking us for granting you mercy and only killing you once. It’s your decision, just know that you will not j

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Large bloodstained disparate in areas. The men stood around watching Claire gasp her last breath. Nobody said a word, at first. The air reeked of the metallic stink. Death in the broadcast as the screams went mute. They dissolved into another nature for each victim. The men glanced at Scarface ready to receive further instructions. Scarface stared at each man, his men, earnest men, fixed to serve. Scarface pursed his lips together. “All right, you know what’s next. Take your places. Logan, get the tools and get to work on the lacerations. I want to see the bodies in the basement in another hour.”

“Retribution…retribution! This is indeed the retribution!” Sean frowned. “Retribution? What do you mean?” Just as he said that, Sean suddenly panicked. “He…he’s here again! That lecher is here again…” A voice came from the inside of the main entrance. “Sebastian, you’re too reckless!”

I vowed to make the Scott family pay, Sebastian especially, he would regret killing my parents; he would regret making my sister and me orphans. My voice grew quieter as I watched my men scurry away, a trail of fear in their wake. I had made my point, but it was not enough. I wanted more than just words. I wanted action. I wanted retribution. I sat in my chair, my breathing heavy, my thoughts dark. I had been manipulated by Sabastian Scott and I was determined to get my revenge. I would not rest until I had exacted my retribution. I would make that family pay, one way or another. He killed my family and I would make sure they would never forget it. I stepped into the back of the mansion, my