Kung Lao Revenant Novels & Stories

I feel my brows lift as I stare at Olivia, full of curiosity, “What is a revenant?” “Revenants are created when a necromancer reanimates someone who died a horrific and brutal death at the hands of another, without properly putting them back to rest. Sadly, they relive the horrors of their death over and over again, looking to seek vengeance on the one who caused them so much pain.” I smirk, “It’s awful that they have to relive their deaths repeatedly, but I can get down with the vengeance part of it.”

“wraith and revenant. they’re what, six weeks old? and already the healers say they’re shifting in their sleep. tiny furballs with gold eyes and violet ones, growling at shadows.” Rhea drained her tankard, set it down with a clunk. “i held wraith last night during the watch. she latched on that rag doll like it was a throat. little demon’s got her mother’s fire.” Kaelin leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice dropping. “and revenant? he quiets when you hum the old ironfang dirge. like he knows his father’s voice in it somewhere.” Serna swallowed hard, the lump in her throat tasting like ash. “they’re the only reason we’re still here, you know that? every time i swing this hammer, i see their

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Lucian exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before meeting my eyes. “I felt… something. But whatever that thing was, it wasn’t your father, Elixir.” I swallowed hard. “Then what was it?” Ewen cleared his throat. “A revenant.” The word sent a shiver down my spine. Lucian’s expression darkened. “A soul brought back unnaturally. Twisted by death The air around us was thick with something unspoken, something neither living nor dead. The courtyard, once a place of echoes and whispers, had fallen into an eerie silence. But inside me, a storm raged.

Because its face— its eyes— its jaw— looked almost human. Almost. But its skin was shadow made flesh. Its veins glowed faint red. And its mouth… was stitched shut with silver threads. Lyra whispered, “What is it?” Malachai’s voice shook. “A revenant.” Vale’s eyes went lethal. “No. Those are extinct.” “They were,” Malachai said. “Until Magnus ripped open the death-door.” The creature reached out—clawed fingers dragging through the snow, leaving black streaks behind. It tried to speak—Lyra could feel it—but the silver threads pulled tight, forcing silence.

Besides my dad told me that it was taken away because of a certain man named 'The beast of the east. "What's your deal with the spectra?" I asked while analyzing his demeanor and something immediately caught my eyes. He has a rune at the left corner of his eyes... I took my time to look the intruders who waged war against us and realized that they were from no pack... These were rouges, ugly looking creatures, not like the normal rouges... They looked like ancient rouges. The ones I heard about from stories. "Who are you." I asked again while trying hard to swallow the unknown lump in my throat. He flashed me a sinister smile, something flickered in his eyes as he looked away from me.

he announced, his voice firm and authoritative. The room erupted into a chorus of whispers and murmurs, the sound like a gentle hum of surprise and intrigue. Lucan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a blend of respect and curiosity. I discreetly scanned the warriors standing behind him, my eyes searching for any signs of the mark – a subtle tattoo or ink that might indicate their allegiance to the mysterious pack working with Crescent Pack. But there was nothing, no visible signs of any markings. I exchanged a brief glance with Ragnar, and he shook his head almost imperceptibly, a silent confirmation that he too had seen nothing.

After I cremated my son's body, the Stormfang Pack elders and Damien's parents finally arrived in haste. Marcus and Helena saw their grandson, who had been running around so lively just days ago, now contained in a small square box. Their grief was overwhelming. I clutched the box tightly with bloodshot eyes and bowed deeply to Marcus and Helena. "Former Alpha and former Luna, thank you for your care over all these years." Seeing me perform such a formal ceremony, Marcus and Helena tried to stop me.

We had talked a lot about my past life with him and so I knew just as much nos. I watched his fangs elongate, and green veins popping out of his temple neck. Slowly, those long teeth pierced through my skin, between the neck and my shoulder and it went deeper. He removed them almost immediately, obviously not wanting to hurt me, then he licked up the surface. Finally, I was his. Mira Silver Reign. His queen and his Luna. The End.

she teased, nudging him. Just then, a figure came out of the dark: Laura. Tall, with long chestnut hair and an air of confidence about her, she always made Sophia feel a little ill at ease. Charming but with her way of twisting words. "Hey, you two! I just heard something interesting," Laura said mirth dancing in her eyes. "What is it?" Daniel asked his curiosity piqued. Not much, other than some of the Dark Moon pack are planning on doing something. I thought you'd want to know, being all brave and heroic," she replied with enough sarcasm lacing her voice.