The Retribution Novels & Stories

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.

Marco promised with a smile. A small smile graced Tamara’s lips as she nodded and stared at the next stage of her plan on her revenge board. David and Chelsea had gotten married with the most lavish wedding that spalshed across the front pages of business magazines. With a smirk, Tamara unclipped one of the torn front pages that made up her board. Fine. They could try to be happy after killing her baby, her sister, and stealing her company and her life from her. But she would be coming back for them.

"Retribution perpetuates cycles justifying continued violence rather than establishing sustainable correction." Mother Verna offered formal blessing drawing upon theological tradition predating current institutional corruption. Colonel Thorn provided military salute acknowledging aligned purpose beyond hierarchical authority. Merchant Mercer extended practical assurance regarding material support for continuing implementation beyond immediate confrontation. The Shadow Knight guided his nightmare steed through cathedral doors, leaving transformed sanctuary behind as physical manifestation of corrective potential beyond destructive opposition. The gathered witnesses remained, continuing organi

“A syringe turns her into a wild animal.” “I will get back at you,” I snapped. “Not here. Not now. But I will.” “Still talking?” Vivian scoffed. “Vivian,” her mother warned. “Terisa, get down here,” my stepmom ordered. I saw my dad and brother walking toward me. I was doomed. “Please,” I said, tears filling my eyes. “Just give me one minute. I’ll do it myself.” "Just a minute, Don't betray our siblings bond!" I screamed.

The smile was there again. "HEEEEEL-" CLAP. Christopher clapped his hands and Kalen's head explode mid scream as if someone had just dropped a boulder on his head. Brain matter and blood flew in every direction. "Holy Shit!" "He really is a fucking monster!" "We are fear.. so what is there left to fear." Christopher mumbled then pulled out his short swords. Both had glyphs and lettering previously not visible lit up along the blades one had flames as black as night, the other looked like yellow flames of the sun. " This is Hate and Retribution! Unfortunately for you it is I who passes judgement tonight!" Christopher stabbed the bright burning blade into the ground yellow lines stretched thr

As if the man heard her, he turned around. On cue, Maleficent the Glutton was met by a pair of soulless eyes as he seethed. "Why are you alive after killing innocent people all of your life?" A sharp gasp escaped from Maleficent's trembling lips as she stood frozen. The world seemed to stop turning around her. Just her and Steffan were standing on the empty corridors of the arena. "Retribution!" A familiar shrill of a female was the final nail of the coffin for Maleficent the Glutton.

I knew what they were thinking: that their leader had crossed another line, that the balance of blood I carried was no longer something that could be contained. And maybe they were right. The ambush two nights ago still replayed itself in fragments inside my skull: the screech of tires, the crackle of gunfire, Isabella’s sharp intake of breath beside me before I pulled her down into the floor of the car. The black mask of the hooded man appeared before me like a phantom I could never quite grasp, his voice echoing even now: “Balance is bled, Alexander. Yours has yet to come.” That phrase looped through me, an unholy mantra, and I hated it because I understood it. Retribution was not simply a

“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.”

"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.

“It is okay, you don’t have to apologize. I… can you give me a bit of time, please? I really don’t want to do something on impulse and regret it later. I have been through a lot already.” Damian nodded in understanding, “I will wait for you for as long as it takes. Even if I don’t get to love you in this lifetime, I will wait in the next, and the next until you give me a chance.” Aria “…” … “So, you will only help me take revenge against Mark if I help you get the company documents?” “Yes, “ Declan answered. “That bastard dared chase me out of the company that I built with my own sweat and blood. Just wait and see how I teach him a lesson. If I don’t turn him into a beggar, then my name won’