The Retribution Novels & Stories

I can't continue living in this town. I am ready to play this game. But what makes me sad is my precious, perfect daughter, Camilla. I know of all the people, she will be affected the most by my 'death'. But there is really nothing I can do about it. Plus, I am leaving everything in her name. So that when I finally decide to make 'The Return' to this damned town, I can get back everything that belongs to me without any legal issues. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

as well as Fitzgerald, roared, and their eyes were full of killing intent. Herbert held Gram in his hand with a shocking momentum. "Those who have betrayed the master must die today." "Thank you, Aldrich." Herbert said loudly. At this moment, a figure appeared from the void. "Master Excalibur, you're welcome. The survivors of the Inuit are our common enemies. With me here, you can do whatever you want." Aldrich chuckled. "Aldrich." Kevin's pupils contracted. On the Divine List, except for the first three, there was no doubt that Aldrich and he were ranked fourth and fifth. Aldrich was above him.

Lucius scolded. “Isn’t that the fate of people like me?” Lucius looked up at the ceiling, as if tired of the little patience he had left. Then he looked back at me. “And what about people like me? Our fate is to ask for compensation for every favor we do for you.” “What are you saying?” I asked, closing the first aid kit and setting it on the floor along with the used gauze. “Retribution. After the way I’ve acted, defending your honor, I think I deserve something in return.”

“Quickly out the back!” Ishmael had been waiting outside to see if there had been anyone that tried to sneak off. His job was either to pursue or to kill them depending if they were friend or foe. Hezi’s group the Retributioner’s had never once failed. Ishmael did not think nothing suspicious as none of them had came out. Slowly the orange glow in the inn had bursted into a massive fire. “What the…” Ishmael muttered to himself as he went to go see exactly what had happened. As Ishmael approached the inn, he approached it an angle so that he would be able to peer in the door. He was shocked. There he could see the bodies Hezi and the rest of his men. “This is b

“Don’t you dare hurt her!” Lucas warned but he too couldn’t do anything. Belinda patted Lucas – who was a werewolf – on the snout, like he was Belinda’s pet dog. “The sun is almost out and it’s about time we got this over and done.” “What exactly is this?” Adolphus inquired. “Let’s call it, retribution? Or would you prefer karma?” Belinda asked, as she took a seat positioned in a way that he could see everyone.

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

“I am the one who sees it all and yet says it all. Sarah… the little witch born from the loins of its mother. Truth was the path you were trained and raised in but just like your mother, you chose the path to your death. And death shall you receive. The road to rewrite your wrongs has long been closed in the damaged bridges. Retribution is searching and soon it will catch up with you”

This was war, and war required sacrifices. The fire in my chest grew hotter by the second as I balled my fists. Little did the humans know what awaited them. They believed that their walls and their weapons made them secure, and they didn’t realize. They didn’t understand what it meant to confront someone like me — someone with nothing left to lose. This wasn’t revenge anymore. It was retribution. A reckoning. And I would ensure it was a war they would never forget.

Jordan said in a shaky voice, “Liam, I’m your father. Aren’t you scared of karma after what you’ve done to your own father?” “No, I’m not!” Liam replied coldly, “You, on the other hand, after you’ve hurt so many women and let down so many of your own offsprings, aren’t you afraid of retribution?” Then, Liam said calmly, “Actually, you are already getting retribution! You know very clearly that you won’t live for long. Even if a miracle happens and you can live for a few more years, based on your physical condition, it would be nothing but a living hell to you! This is your retribution!”

At first, Aria let their words blur, focusing instead on Kieran’s heartbeat against her back, the brush of his breath against her hair, the way his hands roamed absently, soothing himself by touching her. But then she caught a word that pierced through the haze. “Retaliation.” Her head lifted slightly. She began listening closely. Kieran and Thorne were aligned, both insisting that retaliation was necessary. That a message needed to be sent. That no one could attack the Black Moon and escape without facing the consequences. But more than that, Kieran’s voice darkened when he spoke of it. “No one can threaten or try to take Aria without paying in blood. She is mine.”