Kung Lao Revenant Novels & Stories

Turning around, I walked back to the market, squinting my brows when I didn't find the jewelry stall from earlier. "Hey, there was a jewelry stall here, no? The man with a blue turban kind of thing was selling artificial pieces of jewelry. Did he go already?" I asked the nearby stall owner, and he shrugged, making me squint. Did the man leave already? It looks like I am indebted now. I thought before sighing as I walked out of the market, a sudden large growl making me shudder. Looks like some Lycan is going mad. I thought before raising my hand to stop the cab so that I could go back to my hotel.

I could go back to my war room and review the border maps in peace. My general, Vargas, stood near the door and gave me a knowing look. He knew I hated playing the political game with these snobby aristocrats. A servant walked past me carrying a large tray of roasted venison and spiced vegetables. The heavy smell of cooked meat and sweet wine usually made my stomach rumble with hunger. The music played loudly while the dancers moved in a synchronized circle. Everything faded away the exact second the new scent reached my nose. Lavender and fresh rain washed over me and drowned out the stench of the crowded room.

With so much hatred and disappointment in her heart, Nadine closed her eyes, and accepted her end, no matter how tragic it was. However, her journey to the underworld was disturbed when she constantly heard a bell ringing close to her ears. Gradually, she lifted her eyelids and then she blinked against the unfamiliar brightness. Was it the Moon Goddess coming to get her soul? “Nadine?!” She kept hearing a familiar voice nearby but who was calling her? Then her nose wrinkled as she smelled a faint scent of lavender around her. Nadine furrowed her brows as soon as she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

Distant howls faded into silence, swallowed by the darkness beyond the trees. Theron stood over the last rogue, his claw buried deep in its chest, ripping through bone and sinew. His eyes glowed with unholy fury, pupils slitted, lips pulled back in a snarl that revealed both fang and wrath. With one final twist, he yanked his arm free, letting the corpse fall in a lifeless heap.

"Have you seen it?" The hoarse voice cut through the silence of a dim teahouse in Malora City's darkest corner, a place where information was sold for more than gold. On a scarred wooden table, a small rune projector cast the image of newly arrived data. "The second son of the Bramasta clan, the great Alvareno, is nothing but a rat selling his own clan's artifacts to the Altair family." The man across the table merely grunted, his cunning eyes glinting through a cloud of smoke. The news was spreading faster than a plague.

“Thank you, Liana. You can go now.” “Yes, Miss.” She gave a small curtsy before slipping back through the door, leaving me alone again with the package. Smiling faintly, she tugged at the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside, layers of delicate white paper concealed something small and glimmering. She peeled the paper back and found a rose gold locket nestled within—a simple, elegant and unique design.. It was a sword that hung on the chain.. It had a blood red ruby on it's pommel which intensified the beauty of it.

“Just hold on.” The ground shuddered, and a new scent bled through the rain, sulfur and shadow. Figures crawled out of the crater, the twisted remnants of Killian’s beasts. Their bodies smoked, but their eyes still glowed cold blue. Axel cursed behind me. “They’re not dead!” “Then neither is he.” The first creature lunged. I met it mid-leap, jaws closing around its throat. Shadow smoke burst from the wound instead of blood. Another came from the left and Axel took it down, teeth flashing. The storm’s thunder became our drumbeat.

"You're invincible now. More powerful than the supreme alpha, Evander Knight, of the Shadow Moon Pack." "I need her alive as my breeder, dammit!" I heard Alaric shout at Kimberly after losing his patience, "Her wolf is one of a kind and born once in every five hundred years, and I know it has awakened. I felt it through the bond, and now, I want my pups with her so I can build an invincible and immortal army of mine."

The phone clicked open. Since the day we bonded, his passcode had always been my birthday. He used to swear there were no secrets between an Alpha and his Luna—a sacred trust he’d just traded for a Beta’s bed. I tapped the thread. Little Kitten’s profile photo was Cynthia in the lace nightgown I had bought her for her own birthday. She was posing for the lens, eyes hooded. "Don’t you dare touch Maya. I mean it," the last message read.