روايات وقصص ضمن Revan

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️ KAI of the Keepers) - Written by Authoress Marygold_slessor - 📌Do No Copy/plagiarise📌 Chapter Nineteen (19)

It’s amazing how he can make it look real when, in reality, I am in New York, under his club named Aurora. “What’s that? Wanna say something?” On another screen, Rylee, Cali’s assistant, is rounding a metal chair where Egor, Zakharov’s second in command, sits in a rather compromised situation. Her voice, teasing and menacing, whilst she flashed him a sweet smile. His fingernails detached from his body, a hole present on all joints… a gruesome sight that will surely push me on a liquid diet for weeks.

“Augendae: Spirit Scan” Breath: Revival – This is a unique skill privy to only a few. Revival is just as it name dictates. It could be regarded as an extra life, because it is an extra life. During the first five minutes of death, the owner of this skill would come back to life, reclaiming her soul from the hands of the minions of the Reaper. However, the more frequently one dies, the harder it will be for them to return. For each death means another battle with the Reaper’s minions. And eventually the Reaper himself would come for the soul that constantly evades his bony hands. And when the Reaper comes, no one can save you. Note: This skill isn’t omnipotent. If one attacks the soul directl

Kara's POV: That guy... Mr. Grayson, I guess, is gathering everyone. He has his blue suit and mask on. I honestly think he looks ridiculous, but hey, if he believes it'll get us closer to a counterrevolution, far be it from me to question it. "My people!", he booms, "What are we gathered here for?". Andrew raises his hand, "The counterrevolution!", he shouts so that everyone can hear. "Yes, Andrew, that is our purpose. We will bring the world back to normalcy", he announces.

I ran towards the main house, the house of the Valerian Alpha. The Valerian Alpha’s house stood silently in the middle of the dark housing complex. The windows stayed lit, though faint, like flames fading fast. As I moved toward the terrace, my pulse thudded high in my neck. I switched form, my regular shape came back, panting hard. Not stopping to steady myself, I sprinted toward the home, shoved the door wide. “Rhea,” a soft voice called from the main bedroom. I turned my head and saw Draven, my father and Alpha of Valerian, lying on the bed. The once sturdy, large body now looked shriveled, his skin pale with thin black veins visible beneath the surface.

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

“Someone tried to assassinate him. If Madame’s back, that sounds like her work.” He shifted in his chair, clearly shaken. “Then we’re already out of time.” I stepped closer. “Give me something concrete, Varric. Names. Contacts. Locations.” “I don’t have names. But there’s something else.” He looked around, lowering his voice even though we were alone. “There’s a man. Goes by Reaver. He used to work as a double agent between our side and Madame’s. Last I heard, he’s gone dark—but if he’s back, he’ll be working for her again.”

" My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, taking her aback. She threw the towel aside and opened the door. A smart-looking man stood on the other side of the door. He lifted his identification and said, "Hello, I am Zachary Jenkins, a private rehabilitation therapist. Ms. Riley Gibson's parents appointed me to care for her."

His head ached from everything that has been going on recently. While in the Hailmoon Pack, Veronica barged into a passage, “How dare that bitch mess up my perfect plan, and the other bitch I sent was equally stupid… Arggh!” She muttered angrily and bumped into someone. She stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face. “I know you…” she said observing his face intently. “No ma'am. I'm not sure we've met before.” He replied, taking his face down. With a spark of recognition, she squeaked, “You're Nathan Walter… right?”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.