The Retribution Novels & Stories

“And a man who loses everything usually only has two choices.” His gaze lowered briefly. “To break…” Then lifted again. “…or to retaliate.” Darius crossed his arms over his chest. “And you want him to retaliate?” “Not against Aurora.” Peter answered quickly this time. Aurora remained silent. Peter continued, “There are people who turned your lives into this mess. People who’ve been hiding behind smaller chaos this entire time.” Darius frowned. “And Dante’s going to hunt them down?” Peter gave a small nod. “He has enough anger to do it.”

I am not sure I want his love because I am not the right girl for him but I want him to forgive me if not today then sometime in future. "Your silence confirms my doubts Amelia." "What doubts?" I asked Nick confused. "Nothing for you to know sweet pea. Just keep this in your mind that he forgave you the day he came out of coma but the death of his brother filled his heart with hatred and desire for revenge." "Sean was in coma?" Oh god if I knew I wouldn't have left Manhattan. I want to comment on ‘sweet pea’ but didn’t. "Is that all you gathered from what I said?"

"You thought you could curse us and get away with it? You thought wrong." Aline's voice shook with a mixture of grief and determination. "Our baby may be gone, but his memory will fuel our pursuit of justice. We will expose your darkness, Isabella and Erick, and ensure that the pain you've caused comes back to haunt you." The pack members exchanged determined glances, their loyalty to Aline and Ethan unwavering. The unity that had once defined their pack was now a weapon against those who had betrayed them. As Aline and Ethan walked away from the gathering, their eyes remained fixed on Isabella and Erick. The fire of revenge burned within them, fueled by the memory of their baby's innocent f

“I am blessed beyond measure that I was never tied to someone like you. But make no mistake—you won’t walk away from this unscathed.” Her tears turned to sobs, and she began to weep openly, her shoulders shaking. I signaled to the guards, my decision made. “She’ll get the same treatment Scarlett received,” I said, my voice cold and resolute. “Let’s see how she manages. Fortunately for her, she has a wolf, which means she’ll survive. And that means we can repeat the punishment as often as needed.” Stasia’s sobs turned to wails as the guards moved to follow my orders. Her cries echoed through the hall, but I felt no pity. This wasn’t vengeance—it was justice. Retribution for the pain she had c

"If there's an injustice that needs to be addressed, I'll do everything I can to resolve it. Just say the word." Hudson pressed himself as close to her as he could, his voice trembling. "I'm scared…" Rebecca clapped her hands, and someone stepped forward to remove their blindfolds. She then said to me, "Arthur, everyone involved is here. Whatever you want to do with them is your call." I looked at the people across from me, but there was no sense of satisfaction in me at all. All I felt was hatred and disgust. The moment the blindfold came off, the tension on Winona's face eased a little. She looked at me with the same unreadable calm she always had.

I replied. "Anything you want, just let us know," Austin said, his tone sincere. "Thanks, but for now, just having you all here is enough," I said, feeling a wave of contentment wash over me. "We'll always be here for you, Athena," Leo said, his voice filled with assurance. With a smile, I nodded, knowing that with them by my side, I could get through anything, which means I need to tell them about my revenge. Would they support me or be against it? Athena thought to herself as she stared at her family.

“Annalise, thank you for still being willing to come see me. I must look terrible now, don’t I? “I honestly regret it. If only I had treated you better back then, maybe we could’ve been a happy family of three now…” I said nothing. He continued saying to himself. “I’m sorry. I was arrogant back then. I thought you’d never leave me, so I was selfish. I made mistakes, and more excuses to cover them up. I thought you’d always forgive me. But I have finally understood—hurt is hurt. Nothing I’ve done deserves forgiveness. “Now that I’ve gotten my much-deserved retribution, you must live happily from now on.

I chuckled bitterly. "She fought to live, she fought for her baby's life yet you, the one person she trusted, drove her to ruin. You fucking tried to kill her and killed her baby. As if all that wasn't enough, you coveted all she owned and declared her dead even going as far as holding a fucking funeral knowing she was still alive. You're nothing but a fucking thief, a monster that doesn't deserve to live amongst humans." I hissed.

“This has nothing to do with whether she’s pitiful or not. I just think that the action of attributing the difficulties that kind people or bad people encounter in life to fate or retribution is a manifestation of our incompetency as humans. “Let’s say a person bullied you, you were insulted and beaten by them, and one day in the future, the person died or suffered from some accident or disease. We’ll happily claim that retribution is doing its job, and we’ll feel reconciled and gleeful because of that. But is that really retribution? In fact, that’s the behavior of someone weak and timid.”

I don’t reply and he sucks in a breath, and I hear him head to the door. “Good night.” He says quietly. I don’t reply. The door opens and I close my eyes as it shuts with a small snap. I drop onto the sofa, gripping the edges as I hang my head. Atticus has an almost identical birthmark. There are three points. The Sublime Triquetra… Repercussion, Retribution and Redemption. The Sable Triquetra… Revenge, Retribution and Rebirth Trifecta needed to purge the world.