Kung Lao Revenant Novels & Stories

"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.

The hall descended into chaos as Warriors rushed in to call the Healer. I watched the entire pathetic display on my tablet and laughed. It was a cold, sharp sound. I looked at my Rogue lead. "Find the right moment. Send that video to the old woman. Let her see exactly what her 'perfect heir' and his 'gentle' mistress are up to." Fred finally made the connection. He realized the Dark Moon Pack wasn't just protecting me—they were dismantling him. He began showing up beneath my window every morning, piling white wolf pelts and fresh kills in the dirt. One afternoon, he managed to reach my door, clutching a bunch of blood-red wildflowers.

However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow. Suddenly, my pup trembled violently, and an ancient, soul-stirring, and terrifying roar echoed. With the awakening complete, a golden paw emerged, sharp claws glinting. Then, a tiny werewolf head peeked out. “Mother!” The voice was small but clear, and two round, bright eyes stared directly at me. I flinched at the sudden call, and Kaeren appeared beside me as well. The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan!

Felicia yelled from where she was. "Oops. Guess you have to be on your way. I would find another way to communicate with you," Morticia said. "I could come by sometimes," she said "No. It would be too risky. I'll communicate with you," Morticia said and opened her drawer. She brought out a golden pendant. It was a golden necklace that was patterned weirdly. It had a horn-shaped pendant. "I have been saving this for the day I would meet the person who would be the supposed chosen one. Guess the time has come for you to have this," Morticia explained.

I felt it right in my jaw. "I hate all these small fights. I want actions! Give me a good fight, old man!" She hopped about in her spot, cracking her bones. Well, that's what I thought she was doing, until I noticed how her body cracked further, transforming into the same beast that I saw last night! The shifting formation was horrifying to even gaze at! No wonder their kind was called the abominable. They are hideous! "All these time we thought Argon's Luna had no wolf in her. But today, you are standing before me as the demon we've been seeking to end, " I said, getting to my feet, ready for battle.

The elder gasped, feeling air cut off from his lungs. “Y-yes my Lord.” As they squabbled about the details, I observed the corpses even more. I would have missed it; just a slight blink and I would have never seen it. A slight green ooze from their mouths; a familiar one. Cold shot up my back as I realized. I wasn't sure if it was a draft or something else. Slowly, I turned my back. At the very end of the hall, stood a dark, masked figure. Axel: the Serpent.

SELENE “Are you sure this is going to work?” I asked, standing barefoot in the center of Tibet's room, with my arms wrapped around myself. My voice sounded small, even to me, somewhere between cautious hope and flat out dread. Tibet didn’t answer right away, he was busy dropping clumps of dried herbs into a ceramic bowl that smelled like burned mint and wet wood. I watched as he sprinkled in something that looked suspiciously like crushed eggshells and then dug around in his bag for the next ingredient like he was a man possessed.

The sanctuary of the Last Moon lay bathed in pale light, its marble stones cold beneath the weight of countless pawsteps. Wolves of every kind—light-furred, dark-eyed, and even golden-eyed Eclipse Wolves—moved through the great halls in tense silence. Above them, the Rebirth Moon hung swollen and bruised, casting the world in a sorrowful glow. Liora stood alone in the heart of the Sanctuary, staring at the massive stone doors to Caelum’s tomb. Her brother’s name was carved in deep, swirling runes: Caelum Vaelaris—Shadow King. Redeemed in Light.