The Retribution Novels & Stories

A secret observer at the funeral of his ally, watching the daughter he was already obsessed with. It reframed his fixation into something deeper, more fated, and infinitely more terrifying. The last piece clicked into place. The grief, the shock, the betrayals—they coalesced inside her. They hardened from a painful burden into a cold, heavy purpose. The desire for simple freedom was burned away, replaced by a need for something else. Retribution. She pushed herself up. The dark silk sheet pooled around her waist. She looked at him, her green eyes no longer haunted, but blazing with a new, cold fire.

No longer able to bear the mental trauma of that realization, Scott coughed up a mouthful of blood before fainting. Zeana was dumbfounded. I did not plan to let this foolish old hag go unpunished, either. As I turned to look at her coldly, I emphatically stated, "You are the sole reason your son ended up like this. He thought Terry killed his first love, so he wanted revenge. "That was why all of this happened. Zeana, don't you think you deserve to die too?" "Ah! Shut up! Shut up!" Zeana clamped her hands over her ears, her scream piercing the air as she spiraled into a hysterical breakdown.

How's crying in the hospital when he's the murderer? The backlash was brutal. Ean's hands shook as he scrolled through the comments, his face turning ghostly pale. He did not expect the world to see through him so quickly, to expose him for what he really was. I watched, feeling a strange satisfaction at his misery. It was clear now—there was no love left. If he had any sympathy for me, he would not have pushed me into that freezer, ignored my pleas, and left me to die. Ean sent the video to his assistant, his expression dark. He then said to himself, "I hope this was just an accident."

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.

"Maybe not, but you reaped the benefits, didn't you? While I was beaten and belittled, thrown away, you flourished. And now, well, I'm going to take everything away from you-starting with her." These words curled my stomach with guilt and anger wrestling inside my skull. "Damien, this isn't justice, it's madness.” The jaw pulled tight and shades deeper in his eyes. "Madness? No, brother. Madness is spending your life being told you're worthless. This—" He waved towards Tessa, "—this is retribution." One strong push, and Damien was off me; backward I went, scrambling for what little coherent thought came in at a time. I've got to get into his head before it's a vortex beyond control.

And it was obvious that the debt came from his foolish gambling and taking out loans to gamble. ‘What an old piece of trash!’ Carlos couldn't help but cuss him in his mind. "You are a disgusting excuse for a man," Maxton said, his voice flat and cold. "You betrayed me and sold secrets to Selene because you were too weak to admit your own mistakes. Usually, the punishment for a traitor in the Retroferd family is a bullet between the eyes." Caleb closed his eyes, waiting for the end while still trembling. He didn't want to beg anymore and just wanted to end this humiliation once and for all.

“You’re not even original in your betrayal.” He bared his teeth. “You think he’ll make it out of that fight alive? You think love is enough to save him?” And then it came, a growl so deep it vibrated through the earth, a sound that wasn’t just heard but felt in the bones. It was not rage. It was retribution. I smiled, a cold, triumphant certainty settling deep in my bones. “I think you’re already too late, Beta. You’ll have to collect your prize another time. For now, I suggest you run. Atticus won’t spare you.”

David asked again. “Hahaha!” Laughter erupted at the scene. There were at least hundreds of people on the dozens of black-horned ships. This was a pretty big space pirate gang. None of them were weak. “Say, are you stupid? Retribution? What’s that? We have traversed this sea of stars for decades, and we’ve robbed and killed countless people and ships that have passed through. The people who died under by hands could form a mountain. Where’s the retribution you mentioned? Why don’t I see it?” The beefy man said sarcastically.

"You remember him, don’t you? The Alpha who sent hearts in boxes to the packs he wanted to terrorise. He would have gotten daddy too. But daddy was smart enough not to cross him.” "You’re not him." "Maybe not," she said, stepping closer. "But I’m not you either. Not anymore." “Lira, I want to understand,” I said. “Help me understand.” “Why?” she asked. “So you can feel better about what’s about to happen?” “What will you gain from all of this!” She tilted her head. “Retribution. What else?” “You’ve already had your retribution!” I snapped. “You took lives. You turned me against Kol. You killed Jeremy!”

“Martin—organize return transport. Helena’s medics will treat the wounded, ours and theirs. Theron, secure Alpha Giga personally.” “To kill me?” Giga rasps as Theron hauls him up. “To remake you.” I meet his defeated gaze. “You will broadcast to every pack what defiance costs. Then you will serve in my personal guard until I deem you loyal. Your pack lives because I chose restraint. Remember that debt.” I walk away through the aftermath: bodies cooling in the frost, blood steaming on stone, survivors weeping over fallen kin. This is victory. This is what I have wrought.