The Retribution Novels & Stories

Even if he was working for us and he was part of the reasons why this Pack was in such a good Posi, I still couldn’t treat him like I would treat my Pack members. If Rabloft does die, all his power and that of Mirabella that was taken then would automatically go back to her. She would get it all back and be stronger than she ever was. When she does, she would make sure she gets her revenge and this would mean the return of the witches. I went up the stairs and different thoughts ran through my mind. I just knew she would still be alive and she would hate me all her life but I did what I had to, an Alpha does what he has to do just to keep his Pack safe.

The bodyguards in black who were holding her responded and dragged her out of the wooden house. She was forced to stand up and stare straight at him. "Aren't you afraid of retribution?" "Retribution?" He seemed to have heard something funny and laughed. He looked at Rebecca disdainfully. "You're naive and stupid. Only weaklings with no ability would talk about retribution as they have no ability. They pray that God can take pity on them, just like you. "Unfortunately, the gods in this world are very busy and have no time to care about the survival of weaklings. If there is retribution, how can I live to this age and own the Winston Group?"

It is already too late and there is nothing that he can do but to just remember every single detail about it and never forget. “In the name of forgiveness and retribution.” Arthur whispered to himself as he finished taking a bath. Looking at the custom mirror that he has in his personal bathroom, Arthur looked into his eyes and again, replayed the scenes inside his head a thousand times. Not altering a single scene, a single detail… all were kept in its originality and he will keep on doing so. He will not forget a thing or change a thing about it— for the sake of forgiveness and retribution.

I didn't know she would go wandering around on her own before I had a chance to explain this to her. "Enough? No, it's not enough!" Allis says, holding her silver blade, glaring pass me at Lisa. "She and her people killed Joey and I will get the retribution that's rightfully mine." She points her blade towards Lisa as the females standing with her call out their rights to retribution. I look around as more people start to gather around and more females who have lost mates stand with the other females, calling out their rights to retribution. I glare at the males as a few of them stand with the females, claiming their rights to retribution. If the warriors who

“Didn’t even know he was gonna die for it. Fool was promised money, promotion... and a night with some cartel whore.” I stared at the traitor, my voice hollow. “Boil him.” Baron blinked. “You want—” “In oil. Alive.” No hesitation. Just a simple nod. Retribution had no room for mercy.

"You're . . .despicable. You murdered Maverick's parents, you ruined his life already. What more do you want?" "Retribution!" Makila shouted, leaning over me slightly. Her eyes burned with the fury of an age-old vendetta. Whatever had made her this way, had broken her beyond repair. "And I won’t rest until I have it. Now move it!" She pushed me towards the stairway with a force that caused me.to.lose my balance.

The Weight of the Crown The Centurions charged, their exo-suits clanging against the stone. Kael met them with a roar that was part man, part wolf, and entirely Shadow. He moved with blurring speed, his claws—now tipped with violet obsidian energy—cutting through the reinforced human armor like it was paper. He was a storm of retribution. Every strike he landed was driven by the five years of isolation Elara had endured. Every movement was a prayer for the future they had been denied.

She said and I sighed. "Don't worry. The retribution is for the bad. I am as good as an innocent kid to the good ones". I sad before smiling and she smiled back.

“We can always just let him run a gauntlet … give him a taste of his own medicine.” My insides go cold, and faint nausea pushes up in my throat. “What do you mean?” I ask through numb lips. “You know…we form two lines, let him run from one side to the other while we beat the shit out of him.” “Torture?” “Retribution.”

How on earth would she get out of this body? There she lay on the bed, like all hopes had been lost, as she awaited his return. A couple of moments later, the door opened, and he came back carrying what seemed to be a big book. Now he set it aside as he came to set her in an upright position, using a pillow to support her back. He then went to grab the big book he had come in with and dropped it off on her lap. She looked confused. "What is this?" she demanded. "Proof of my loyalty," he said to her, and then she turned to look at the book.