Revan Novels & Stories

I tapped the screen, and the words appeared, stark and unyielding. Val Rhen. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 20.

Rhea sneered and pointed the tip of the dagger toward my face. "Galen Asteri is drowning in debt so he ordered you to hire a street thug to stage an attack." "He wanted you to play the damsel in distress so my son would swoop in and claim you out of a misplaced sense of duty." Odetta whimpered from the velvet chair and covered her face with her trembling hands to muffle her sobs. "You are out of your mind if you think we have the money to hire Crimson Eclipse assassins," I argued back and gripped the candlestick tighter.

She closes her brown eyes and next they know,she opens them again, but now with a hazel glint shining in them. The Rebel was in control. Let the fight begin.

She was no longer just a girl who had been saved; she was a queen who was fighting back, her power a growing, undeniable force. Valen was a stoic, silent presence, his face a mask of grim determination. He was a Varek soldier in a land of strangers, his loyalty a beacon of unwavering light in the suffocating darkness of the mountains. He was not just fighting for his king; he was fighting for the girl he had failed to protect, a debt of honor that he would repay with his life.

That was never going to happen. "Remind me again Jayson, how many years has it been since you killed my father and took the title of Alpha?" Blake asked. "Seven," Jayson muttered. "And how many years ago did El start her work on this revenge plan?" Blake continued and I couldn't help but smile smugly as I realized where this conversation was heading. "Ten," Jayson sighed.

CON:600 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:420 DEX: 84 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:253 STR:50 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 550 INT:110 (1INT= 5MP) Speed :52 AGI:52 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) Skills: Perceiver Of light, Holy Element, Pyro Element, Chainmail, Judgement Sword, Shackle, Sprint, Growth, Counter, Retracing Blade, Archaic Body, Blink, Magic Resistance, Blight Of Light, Tomb Of Sacrifices. Quite a spectacular human has arrived. Looking up at the group of humans that had just arrived, I asked "Iris, do you know anyone named Evans green?"

The view was her messy room again. She closed her eyes. She is still lethargic. "Father, father," she whispered.That girl is Renata Viglianco, known as Revi VI. In their town, she's the naughtiest but the smartest as they say. At her young age, she learned how to read and write, yet she didn't consider herself the smartest. She believes that she is just a quick learner or maybe because her dad is a professor.

A couple of the jocks walked out from the room. The leader was a buff guy and was about 180cm in height. The guy was wearing a black wife-beater. His muscles were standing up and he had a knife scar on his face from his forehead all the way to the corner of his mouth. He looked murderous and scary and anyone could tell that he wasn’t a kind person upon the first look. "Brother Cain, this guy wanted to steal the woman you want, and he also hit us. You must take revenge for us." The studded good-for-nothing cried out loud after seeing the scarred guy come out. It was like he found his master.

(Major Serena) Major Serena said with a hint of melancholy in her tone, but to both of the person who around her surprised, they have never heard, any Lieutenant Colonel in the Aeternum Military called Reven. “Major..who is…”. (Captain Layla) “There she is~..Reven~ my sister~…how are you doing?~..”. (Major Serena) Just as Captain Layla were about to speak and asked who is this Lieutenant Colonel Reven was, Major Serena tip her tea cup at the directions behind their back. As they both looked behind them, all the saw were nothing but a rows of suddenly turned off light in the previously brighten hallway in the basement.

“Perhaps something noble like reviewing the old Book of Spells?” “Please.” He waved a hand, grinning like a damn cheshire cat. “After you ignored all seven of my letters? Duties can wait. The moment I caught the faintest wind that you were returning, I knew I had to come welcome my dear old friend.” “And by ‘wind’ you mean Vincent and his infamously loose lips.” “Your overseer is a diligent man, my dear Revan. Efficient. Loyal. It is hardly his fault that pressure causes him to leak information like a sieve.”