Revan Novels & Stories

I stepped into the room I had lived in for the past three years and shut the door behind me. As I stood by the closet trying to pack some of the essentials, the mirror was like a magnet, drawing me in. I stood before it. The girl staring back at me wasn't Ravenna, the lowlife Omega and slave. I am now Vexley Aleron. Long dark lashes, almost white, perfect skin. High cheekbones, plump lips. A total stranger. More beautiful than Ravenna. More deadly too I remembered everything—the pain, the betrayal. Elder Aleron saved me. He gave me a new life, hope and home.

She waved without looking back and walked inside with a wicked smirk already etched onto her face. Inside, her mother was buried under interior design magazines. "Lona! You’re home? Look, I want to re-theme the master bedroom. Revan likes earth tones, so I thought..." "Whatever you want, Mom," Lona interrupted, tossing her bag onto the sofa. "Who even is this Revan guy? Why are you going so overboard for him? You weren't this hyped for the other four." Her mother smiled, her eyes shimmering. "He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I

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.

I nodded briefly and walked out. Soren met me at the door and we walked down to the basement together, him walking a step behind as a sign of hierarchy and respect. At the bottom of the staircase was Dane, my head warrior which was just another word for gamma. He was the unofficial third in command, taking over if for any reason both Soren and I were indisposed. He was huge and bulky with hands that could crush a skull like glass but when he was being the fearsome gamma of the Black Moon pack, he was actually soft like a teddy bear.

“You ok?” “I’m fine, you ready for this?” “I am.” replied Camron, “We need to be careful, we didn’t quite make it to Reiver Territory.” “I know, you did your best son. Let’s see what the Goddess has planned for us, if we live through I will be very much surprised.” “I know, I knew that when I took this mission. It’s been a honour.” said Camron as he held out his hand. The men shook hands and he then crouched into attack position by the boot of the unturned car to protect the relics for as long as he could.

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I started to take pictures of Leila. Leila is the legitimate daughter of the Long family, a high-status figure in society. I believe these suggestive photos are enough to hold sway over her. There's no need to have someone sleep with her for it to be considered revenge. What I didn't expect was, after only getting two pictures, the door to the room was kicked open. Kent stood there, with both hands in his pocket, staring coldly at me: "Sam, is this how you get your revenge?" He asked, his voice was cold; I felt my heart stop.

“Then let’s move.” The forest became utterly still. Not even the breeze dared to stir. And then—he emerged. From the haze and shadows, a figure took shape. Broad-shouldered. Eyes shining like liquid silver. His presence radiated waves of strength and anguish, causing the air around them to quiver. Reven. His gaze was fixed on Selene, inscrutable yet intense. His once-kind features were now hardened, marred by betrayal and rage. The stench of blood and smoke clung to him like a shield.

It was an order. Supreme Alpha Chris Vale— Damien's psychotic father who was busy conquering the outlands outside of Ker. He was the one who wanted the heir. In times of war, this was the one important thing. A fallback. So you see, Damien was not suddenly in love with me. He was in love with his father's arse. “Where have you been, my Luna?” He hissed, half mad but containing it as much as he could. “I-I…” Well, I had an excuse now.