Darth Revan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Tom hands me a pack of tissues to wipe my tears. "Alright, as you said, once you've cried enough, you're not allowed to cry anymore. Come with me now; let's find a fun place to celebrate both your successful revenge and our new partnership." Whilst it's true we are now both partners in crime, I can't quite say I've exacted revenge, considering my phone is now shattered and I'm afraid its contents might not have been saved. If nothing from here can be salvaged, I fear Leila might be the death of me in the future.

How could they be together even in death while I was cursed to live a hideous life repenting for sins that I only committed to keep those I loved safe? "No, Margo. They can't win over us. Not Delia and definitely not Eve. This is why you got a second chance... Let's get better ok" I told myself. "Then we'll have our revenge. Let's make sure to flay her skin. I am going to burn you to ashes Eve. If you won't die from falling down the hill, you are definitely going to die when I burn you alive. And this time, I am going to make sure that you don't survive I'll make sure of it" I promised.

He was replaying the last hours in his mind over and over again. After what felt like ages, he felt the peace taking over his body. Xavier pulled out his phone and dialed the number. - Get rid of them. - He said in a cold voice. - I will not need them anymore. - He finished and hung up. A little smile spread on his face. Slowly, the vampire prince stood up. He does not feel that light and free in ages. It was time to go home. In an old warehouse, the muffled noises could be heard.

The next full moon," He answered without missing a beat. "Alright, you're dismissed," I stated, waving him off. I needed to go through the entire plan again, to eliminate any moves that could cost me this opportunity. My chest heaved. After eight years of waiting, it was finally time to execute the plan I already mapped out. It had taken all the self control I had to keep from myself from storming off to the Monhowl residence and unleashing my anger on them. Drew had fought against my will to stop me on several occasions. That's when I had begun to plan my revenge.

After saying that, I don't know if Elias agreed or said something, but Vera also ran away. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to take revenge like this. Her plan to return this time is completely different from what she had previously calculated, she did not know that her killer was such a great person, she did not expect when she was determined to overcome that obsession that the man touched her disgusted her so much.

If he was keeping Wei close, it was for a reason. He rose from his chair, swaying slightly as his head spun. First, he needed a shower. Then he’d start paying a few visits. He needed the dirt on Dane and he needed it now. Dane watched the warriors train from his recently repaired office window. Everything about him, from his posture to his facial features, screamed happy and relaxed. He had finally succeeded and taken back his rank as Beta. He was back where he belonged, although he was a little disappointed that all it took was inciting an angry mob to achieve it. He could have saved a lot of time if he’d just done that at the start.

If truly she is willing to do everything to gain my approval, she will open up soon without me asking. "Now that Eric is back, I have nothing on Damon. I need you to come up with something I can hold on to in exerting my revenge on Damon and his mother.” Beta Connor grinned widely, "About that, I had a long thought on it and came up with a plan I think would be worth it.” My brows creased, "And what could that be?"

“I need to know what she’s doing, where she’s going, and with whom. Understand?” > “Yes, sir,” the assistant replied, glancing nervously at the intensity in his eyes. > “Good,” Revan said, setting the phone down. He walked to the window again, staring at the Arken estate in the distance. The lights glimmered faintly, like a beacon of what he could not have. His obsession wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It had evolved into something deeper—an inability to accept her independence, her strength, and her triumph over him. Every plan he devised, every alliance he considered, was filtered through the lens of reclaiming what he considered lost.

"You were reborn too." The light turned green. I raised the window and placed the glass between our worlds again. Before it closed completely, I said, "In the last life, we already settled our debt." The car moved forward. Adrian chased for a few steps, but the bodyguards stopped him. In the rearview mirror, he stood at the street corner like a statue soaked in rain. I looked away. I felt no thrill of revenge. I felt no old love rising from the ashes. I only felt a peace that had finally landed.

I had trusted all of them, believed their lies, and paid the ultimate price for my faith and love for them. This time, I was the one pulling the strings. I was the architect of justice, the puppet master planning my perfect revenge that would give each of my enemies exactly what they deserved. The coffee in my mug had grown cold, but I barely noticed. I was too focused on the mental image of what would happen in a few hours when Marcus opened his eyes on that table. When all of them will be most vulnerable, when their worlds have completely collapsed, I will reveal myself as the architect of their destruction.