Novel & Cerita Darth Revan

Instead of looking intimidated, he curled his lips into a faint smile, wearing an unmistakably provocative smirk in front of Calvin. "You can threaten me all you want, Mr. Ashford," Revan replied calmly, deliberately speaking in a dismissive tone as he cast a brief glance toward Camelia, who stood quietly behind her husband. "But understand this... I will never give up so easily. The past cannot be erased with power." Without waiting for Calvin—whose fists were already tightly clenched—to throw a punch, Revan turned around and walked away from the courtyard garden with his remaining arrogance intact, leaving behind an atmosphere thick with tension.

The torches flickered as a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Cloaked in black. Moving with a calm, deadly elegance. Erevon’s eyes narrowed. The figure approached until he stood several steps away from him. Then, in one smooth motion, the man pushed back his hood. Dark eyes. Sharp jaw. A smirk curving one side of his lips. Draven. The spy who had been haunting the palace grounds like a silent ghost for years. The shadow who never missed a detail. The loyal blade of Erevon. Erevon exhaled through his nose, a bitter sound.

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?"

“No. I let you go.” Silence. Diego’s hands clenched. “What’s your game? And who are you?” The sorcerer turned toward him, those dark eyes gleaming. “My name is Saren Valis, and this is no game, Alpha.” The title dripped with meaning, with something too knowing. “You must know…” he continued, turning back to the rebel leader. “That Bor Khulan is watching. That the rebellion is already shifting. And that your ‘mission’ will determine where the tides fall.”

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

Some of the drogar recognized her instantly, and whatever hopes they held about the fight completely bottomed out and vanished. “This is Fleet Admiral Freya, leader of the undying Einherjar,” she began. “Some of you in the Empire know me as Ra’ventrii, subjugator of the Reborn. We’ve taken command of this devastator, now named Thanatos, the Ender of Worlds. “Together, we’ll ravage the Empire and bring it to its knees! Only once your precious Imperium is reduced to ash will we stop. And should anyone foolish enough to try to hinder us, know that we’ll crush them. Painfully. Thoroughly.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.