Loba X Revenant Novels & Stories

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.

he affirmed, recognizing the glimmer of remembrance in my eyes. As the fragments of my past began to coalesce, I felt an overwhelming flood of emotions. Memories surfaced, not just as Iris, but as another, someone named Nadia. The realization hit me like a tidal wave—my true identity was Nadia, and the memories that resurfaced were a tapestry woven with love, betrayal, and tragedy.

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.

“There is talk of reopening travel routes between Moonglow and the other packs. Some of them will extend as far as Nightfall. King Luciano De Luca has shown strong interest in supporting reconstruction efforts.” The mention of his name shifted something in the air, subtle but undeniable. For a brief moment, I felt it before I could stop it, that familiar tightening deep within, something my wolf reacted to before my mind could fully catch up. I kept my expression steady. “That is… good to hear,” I said carefully. Piera looked at me then, not intrusively but knowingly, as if she was aware of everything I was trying not to show. I did not need her concern, and I did not need anyone studying my

Rhea stammered and her hand started to shake so badly the dagger rattled against my armor. "Let us talk about the wagons of Argyros silver you smuggled across the border three winters ago to fund your personal spy network," I continued and listed the exact details from the trial I memorized. "I know the names of the smugglers you paid and I know they hide the transaction ledgers beneath the floorboards of the Red Tavern in the lower city." Rhea stumbled backward and lowered her weapon while she stared at me with wide and terrified eyes. "How could you possibly know about the Red Tavern?" she gasped and clutched the fabric of her green dress to steady her shaking hands.

"No. I won't drink this glass because you have already contaminated it with filthy hands. For a split second, Lupa's face flashed with a hint of rage as she appeared to freeze in shock at my refusal. The wrath vanished the next instant and was replaced by that convincingly manufactured, innocent, pitiful expression with tear-filled eyes. "Luna, you're correct. My standing is much lower than yours; thus, I shouldn't have... Lupa, that's enough. You don't need to apologize," Lobo replied softly before turning to face me and yelling, "Freya, watch your words!"

•• Victoria’s POV ••• The early buzz had started just after noon. Whispers on werewolf forums. Mentions in rogue-run marketplaces. Even the Elders’ network was murmuring about the comeback of Eclipse. I leaned back in my chair, eyes scanning the trending alerts Liam sent through Oli’s secure line. Packs from Europe and Asia were already discussing it and analyzing the teaser we had dropped since last night. No logo. No name. Just a dark velvet bottle held in shadowed hands and a tagline written in silver: Reborn under the moonlight.

Xatia and Adair gazed out of the mountain and saw that the monsters were either killed or badly wounded. Just then, a dark form emanating a powerful aura materialized in the distance. “Itʼs… Itʼs Rebella!” Xatiaʼs face was drained of color. Adair yelped. “Why is she back again?”

(Qekin Rivgog) Both of them were sharing their thoughts on what would be their next interest. For Lobelia Mudswan, she is born of the Mudswan Tribe, a historical, long linage and well known tribe of grand master craftsmen and craftswomen, which lives circle on the interest of mastering the arts of crafting. And for her, seeing the unique designed of Aeternum body armor has greatly inspired her and sparks her passion and interest on Aeternum armor. Despite Qekin remarks, Lobelia still have her eyes glued on the tactical vest, as if she was entrance by it.

It felt much smoother, no longer sharp and bony. After finishing the fish ball soup, they were about to rest for a while, relaxing their tired bodies. But just as they settled, a bright, red figure appeared at the cave entrance. It was a giant fox, its massive body blocking the light at the entrance, making it look even taller. Its fur gleamed smoothly without a single strand out of place. The fox’s eyes were filled with a mischievous smile and unmistakable longing—it was Luna, returning from his trip. “Clar, I’m back.” Luna’s voice was hoarse from the journey but still gentle. The longing in his eyes couldn’t be hidden, his gaze locked on Clar at the cave entrance as if he wanted to make up