Revenant Kitana Novels & Stories

“You don’t know. Find out, Beta Jarvis. We don’t want a feud with another country.” Rene hailed from New Brunswick. Then there was the wolfpack which had done for Kayleigh’s father at a young age, according to Kane. Now this. I needed my co-Alpha to counsel me – and I needed him now. Ariadne went with our second-in-command this time. Never had I seen her so weary. My attention returned to Kane. I almost shrieked to see that his eyes were open and fixed on me. “Three wishes,” he mumbled.

I said, with confidence. Titan wasn’t even fighting me. He knew this was what was best for Katrina. I could see them deliberating. “A Reaver has never existed on the other side, let me be the first. Accept my offer.” I boomed. After a moment the first Ancestor who spoke to Katrina, spoke to me. “We accept.” And with that Katrina fell to her knees in agony.

Harper 4:00pm I pushed the door into Damon’s office open and slowly walked in, I was putting on a body fitting Black turtle neck gown which reached down to my ankle and then slitted up by the side up to my thigh, I paired it with a matching Blue blazer jacket on a cute black chunky loafers with gold accents and a black clutch purse. His lips stretched into a small smile as soon as he saw me, he slowly let go of his laptop which he seemed to be working on previously and slowly leaned into the chair subconscious cracking his knuckles in the process. I slowly made my way towards his table and immediately I got to him I took my seat in front of him. “You look nice,” he whispered his lips still s

“The one Revenant erased.” The memories came like a flood. Visions I’d never seen before. A woman with silver hair holding me as a child. A blood ceremony under a red moon. My mother kneeling before someone I couldn’t quite see. My name whispered over and over by voices I didn’t recognize. Not Amara. Another name. One that had weight. One that carried power. One that frightened even the dead. The sentinel stepped closer. Kael stepped in front of me, protective. “No,” I whispered. “It’s all right.”

Amy had to crush down a wave of the purest, most painful jealousy. Aminata had returned to the unwanted armchair to drop her cloak over it. The complex garment beneath turned out to be three garments, a kaftan-like robe whose sea-green silk was shadow-striped with indigo and gold, a long skirt of the same material, and a scarlet silk shirt. The copious sleeves of the kaftan dropped in supple folds over the long scarlet sleeves of the shirt, and the whole effect was so brilliantly exotic that Amy found herself staring again.

his jaw tight, his hands clenched, Rex clearly fighting the influence of whatever was projecting that energy. They pushed through the crowd to the front, and Eve finally saw her. Lady Katerina stood just beyond the ward boundary, and she was....extraordinary. Easily six feet tall without the combat boots that added another two inches. Built like someone who had spent five centuries perfecting the art of violence....muscular in a way that was both feminine and absolutely deadly, every line of her body suggesting coiled power waiting to be unleashed. Her hair was dark red, pulled back in an intricate series of braids that were clearly functional rather than decorative. Her face was striking ra

Yet, no matter the vessel it chooses, the adversary will always recognize the revenant for what it truly is: a tormented soul seeking retribution. Skills - Dark Vision, Passive Perception, Regeneration, rejuvenation, Immunity to harmful effects, Lust for Vengeance, soul lock. The numbers on my eyes, a testament to my own power, flickered in disbelief. Three digits. A level that high, a power level that should have been confined to the deepest, darkest recesses of the dungeon system. Yet, here they were, a dozen or more Revenants, their ghastly forms illuminated by the flickering campfire light.

he replied, his hands in front of him but no light illuminating them yet. Surveying the forces before her, Ru realized that there had to be at least fifteen Reapers besides Nat. None of them looked anything less than ruthless, either. Some of them carried their scythes, others had swords or other weapons. All of them wore black robes but beneath, they had on what appeared to be some sort of black armor. Even Nat wore it, and he looked both amused and confident. To his left, another familiar face smirked down at her. “Raven,” Ru muttered. She’d never met the woman in her Reaper form, but she had eaten lunch with her once, when she was disguised as Kyle’s sister, Jessie. Remembering that day b

I asked, jumping out to check on her. “Yes, I am,” she said, to my complete surprise. “The water doesn’t burn us.” “But you are not a Valenor... I’m confused.” “The Valenor clan are not the only descendants of dragon-borns. My family, the Sithros, also have the same features. That’s why I married your father. That’s why you can’t be with Cassian, as perfect as he is.” “Why didn’t you tell me all of this earlier?” I asked with a frown.

Where exactly had I gone wrong? I thought until my head hurt, but I still couldn't figure out the problem. Just then, someone knocked on my door. In a daze, I went to open it. Standing in the sunlight was Victoria, wearing battle attire custom-made in advance for the Gamma selection. And around her neck, she wore a protective amulet identical to the one I carried with me at all times. Victoria smiled at me: "Lexi, tomorrow is the Gamma selection day. Have you finished brewing your elixir?"