Mykels Reverence Novels & Stories

Not when each step brought her nearer to Reven. “He’s annihilating everything,” Mira grumbled, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders as sparks danced like dying fireflies. “This has transcended war. It’s sheer vengeance.” Selene avoided glancing back. Her gaze remained fixed on the faint trail ahead, her voice steady but devoid of warmth. “Perhaps that’s what I deserve.” “Don’t say that.” Mira’s voice gained a sharper edge. “You made a choice—one the goddess imposed on you. Reven’s anguish shouldn’t be your eternal punishment.”

--- By dawn, the first arrival came. A lone figure emerged from the east, draped in black and bearing a staff made from twisted bone. His eyes shimmered with obsidian light, and his voice cracked the silence like glass. “I seek the Starborn heirs,” he said. Kael stepped forward, sword drawn. “You found them. State your purpose.” The stranger smiled. “I am Mirkhael. Keeper of Forgotten Things. Herald of the Deep Pact. And I come with a warning.” Theron narrowed his gaze. “What kind of warning?”

Christian and Nox instantly stood in front of me, shielding me and Morana from Mizkeal. My gaze locked with Mizkeal’s from over Christian’s and Nox’s shoulders. Mizkeal smirked menacingly. “Will it be comforting if I say that his heart is still beating for you?” He mocked. “Not for too long, though. My heart walked to me itself. Come to me, my heart…” His gaze shifted to Morana. Nox and Christian turned back to see Morana staring intently at Mizkeal. I grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back, sinking my claw into her neck.

I see all the wolves holding their breath during this gesture that seems immensely important, and finally when Miguel stands up, as big as a giant, everyone in the room kneels, placing their foreheads on the floor in a sign of deep respect. I hesitate and finally retreat further towards the dark part of the wall so that no one can see me. I will not revere you, but there is no reason to disrespect you here among your people. He turns his face a little and looks at me. He doesn't seem bothered or offended by my lack of reverence.

“The road to Moonspire is long, and not without danger. If your journey is one of humility, then let it also be one of safety. You will travel protected, not as nobles flaunting wealth, but as children seeking reconciliation. Do you understand?” Ravena’s eyes filled with gratitude, and she nodded quickly. “Yes, Father. Thank you.” Kaelen bowed his head respectfully. “Your trust humbles me, Beta Rexor. I give you my word, I will not fail this path again.” Rexor allowed a faint, tired smile to curve his lips. “See that you don’t. Both of you. This is not only for Liora’s sake—it is for your own souls.” Ravena crossed the room and hugged her father tightly, something she hadn’t done in years. “

“You belong with me.” Harold hesitated, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. “I don’t belong to anyone,” he said finally, his voice steady. Kieran’s smile faded. “Then you leave me no choice.” Before anyone could react, Maelis stepped forward, her hands glowing with a faint light. She began to chant, her voice rising over the sounds of the battle. Kieran turned to her, his expression twisting with rage. “You dare—”

Kingsley pressed on. Melvin's jaw clenched. "Fallen angels have no conscience." His voice was hollow, strained, as if he were forcing the words out. Then, with a sharp motion, he thrust the blade toward Miracle's throat. "You never saw me as family." "No!" Kingsley held up both his hands in surrender, pausing his steps for merely three seconds. "Fine. You're right. I hated you. I hated you so much I wished you hadn't survived the Mynheex attack." His voice softened. "But what about the girl in your net? You can't say she never treated you with kindness."

“Careful.” The warning sharpened the room immediately. Malek raised one brow slightly. “Protective.” “Yes.” No hesitation. No embarrassment. Just a fact. Something strange flickered across Cassian’s face at that. Not discomfort. Recognition. Like he was suddenly seeing the shape of something before either Elara or Darius fully realized it themselves. Malek looked between them quietly. Then his expression shifted for the first time since arriving. Concern. Real concern. “When the old rites wake,” he said carefully, “they do not stop with revelation.”

When he stepped back, he chuckled softly. “Family doesn’t shake hands.” Family. The single word settled uneasily inside my chest. I wasn’t family. I was pretending to be. Before I could think of a response, hurried footsteps echoed across the foyer. A servant stopped several feet away before bowing deeply. “Your Majesty.” Mikyal turned. “The Higher Council has assembled. They’re waiting in the council chamber.” His brows lifted. “Oh.” A smile spread across his face as though he’d genuinely forgotten. “I almost forgot.” He looked between Draven and me with unmistakable satisfaction.“Perfect timing.”

Soon, the Grand hall was filled with guests that wanted to partake in the banquet. “A toast to myself, all my Alphas, Betas, Deltas, and every single one of us here. May the Moon goddess always be with us, and protect us and. May our females have fertile wombs. May our lands flourish beyond, and may our males be with immeasurable strength,” Derek said with a booming voice that reached the far ends of the hall, after which he swallowed down his wine. “To our moon goddess” everyone else thundered and gulped their wine.