Darth Revan Novels & Stories

if they failed, each of them would be replaced, becoming the new targets themselves. The choice was laid out before them, wasn't it? "Alright, Sir." One of the black-clad individuals, the most trusted one, dared to speak up. One by one, the group left the room, leaving the man still seated on his throne. They armed themselves with the conviction of their imminent success. The anger that had roared from him while he sat on his throne, years ago, still haunted them. Some of their comrades were executed on the spot due to their failures. Yet at that time, they were so close... yes, just a little more, they could have succeeded if only...

nd way is very dangerous, which is what all of you are going through, The Path of an Elemental Warrior.." Smiling mysteriously, Milliano continued, " You know, We don't have a Single Elemental Warrior in our Thunder-Fire Valley because there are only two outcomes for those who walk on this path of Elemental Warrior. 1. You die, and 2. You Become an Elemental Specialist who is a more powerful Existence than a general Elemental Sorcerer." Woahh... Instantly, Uproar started among all 50 people, and I was also gobsmacked hearing these words, which, besides giving me a shock, also made me excited. " But..." Everyone thought, ' Now what's this ' But ' for? ' Seeing everyone turning silent, Millian

V drip that was on her hand. Tristan suspected something and was about to make a sound when something was sprayed in his face. He became dizzy and lost consciousness. The nurse in guise took out a phone and informed others over the phone, "He's down. Time to move," *. *. * Tristan opened his eyes unhurriedly. The vision was blurry at first but it slowly became clear. And he realized he was at a different place. There were hefty and heavily built men at the four corners of the hall holding pistols and guns.

I lean closer to lift a strand of dark hair that had fallen over her eyes, "You are not weak, little flower." I whisper, "you are not fucking weak. Come back to me. Fight this." " Sir?" I look up to find Darth standing in the doorway, " Mr. Damon just called. The target is on the move." I think about it for only a second, " Go then, Darth. You're in charge." His eyes widen. Mine narrows, " Make sure you return with all the information I need." " Of course, sir."

“Did father not tell you about our history with the Dawn Valley pack?” Axton shook his head immediately. “No. This is the first time I’m hearing about this. What war? What happened with Dawn Valley?” My entire body felt numb, so much so that I almost collapsed right then and there. What had happened to Alpha Asher? What had happened to the person who was once a doting father? The man who had once admired my mother for being a warrior like no other? “Gustav…” Anika’s voice became an anchor, but I didn’t think that would help. I wasn’t just hurt…I was disappointed in the man who I once considered a role model.

Oh my, sweet mother of God! Xander was standing there shirtless. His body looked like one of those great warriors, who existed in epics. His abs were so prominent, his muscles look so taunt and hard but smooth like a marble which was glistening with his sweat. His hair was disheveled and swept by the wind, his muscles flex due to his movements. I gulped at the sight in front of my eyes. He looked like he was carved out of a stone, so majestic and mythical.

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

The highest spiritual authority in our kingdom ordered the murder of a ten-year-old boy over a failed political deal. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out loud because the metallic taste of blood was the only thing keeping me anchored to reality. My father played dangerous games with corrupt men and he almost got my little brother burned alive to pay for his mistakes. Galen Asteri was a coward who traded his own children for a better seat at the royal table and I hated him more than ever in that moment. The rage burning in my chest rivaled the green fire still consuming the palace courtyard outside these stone walls.

I gathered what was left of my clothes from the floor where we’d discarded it and put it on. “Leaving?” he questioned, voice laced with disappointment. “I need to go check on Layla. She should be awake anytime from now.” I said, then walked up to his side of his bed, “There’s something I want to talk to you about first.” “I’m all ears.” “What do you know about a man named Darth?” He sat up, “I’ve never been unfortunate enough to actually meet him. But I know he’s a powerful sorcerer who most likely has gone mad. Good thing he likes to stay hidden—far away from our kind.”

“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.