Revenant Kitana Novels & Stories

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

“We made sure of it. The only version of her that matters is the one we built – the AI construct. She doesn’t second-guess.” “I do,” a voice answered behind him. Rhys spun. Too late. The butt of Elena’s weapon connected with his throat, collapsing his airway as she surged forward, pinning him to the wall with electrified restraint cuffs. His eyes bulged in disbelief. “Elena?” he choked. “Revenant,” she corrected coldly. “The myth that doesn’t need backup singers.” She pressed a neural jack to his temple. “Now scream if your AI tells you to.”

The Revenant raised their hands to defend, ice forming in complex patterns. Kael crawled through the chaos. Nobody noticed him. Too small, too weak to be a threat. He reached the Revenant’s feet and grabbed an ankle. Golden light exploded from his hands. The Revenant screamed. Their form flickered, the fog-like quality burning away. What remained was human. A woman, maybe fifty, with grey hair and eyes that burned with fanatic intensity. And the bone crown wasn’t a crown at all. It was part of her skull. Grown into the bone. Fused permanently.

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.

~ Zora Despite looking quite native and living in mud houses, The Midland Pack actually had nice interiors. A heavily pregnant woman opened the door to let us in and from the essence of power I felt thrumming inside her, I knew she was the Luna. "This is my wife, Kitana." Chayton said proudly. "Hello and welcome." She said, She was just as beautiful as her husband was handsome. Her long dark hair flowed beyond her waist and was adorned with golden accessories. Clothed in a long flowing flowery dress, she also wore tattoos similar to her husbands.

one of them said, but she cut him short. "Oh really?! What should I say to you guys? Right, bravo! You did an excellent job, is that it? I left my son under your care and you two had the audacity to abandon him and come back? Oh, Lord!" Mrs. Smith broke down to tears and everyone was surprised. Xena wasn't fully recovered, but she could walk around now and interact with other Assassinators. She was the only one who could go close to their boss to give her solace.

The Revenant wasn’t the only debt I'd left behind. We turned the next bend, and the world changed. The trees stopped. The light died. Fog clung to the earth like old breath, and in the center of it stood a figure. Not shadow but a woman. Pale as moonstone. Hair floating like smoke. Robes stitched from starlight and sorrow. Her eyes were empty — not blind, but endless. As if you could fall into them and never find the bottom. Kye stepped in front of me again. “You know her?”

“She wanted us to find this. So we’d think we were winning.” “She’s setting us up for something else,” Damon said. Lou looked up. “Then we get ahead of it. We build faster. We strike first.” Damon looked at Sarah. “You with me?” “Always.” Outside, the wind howled through the trees. And far away, in the backroom of a foreign embassy, Katrina Andre lit a match, smiled, and dropped it on a file marked: “Project Revenant.”

“I see, shifters are also known to be rebellious and easy swayed away from their master. I can't help but wonder if she is an impressionable as you say, is it worth the risk?” I realised the woman’s name was Kanata, and that meant she was Victoria Astaroth's wife, her dark brown/black hair just passing the base of her back and the underframe glasses perched on the edge of her nose as she watched me from where I hid behind Vincent. My petite form trembled in fear as I peeked round the bulking form that protected me, I was much smaller than anyone present, much weaker, and well; much more mortal. Did they really think that I would rebel? That I would run off and join one of their enemies, the

"Gentlemen, this is our premium offering. Jenna Carter. Twenty-eight years old. Undamaged. Connected to Colt Richardson of the Devil's Reign MC, which adds considerable value." The men studied me like livestock. One stood—tall, scarred, with dead eyes. "I want a closer look." "Of course, Mr. Konstantin." Viper gestured. "But no touching during preview. That privilege comes after purchase." Konstantin circled me slowly. "She has fire. I like fire. It makes breaking them more satisfying." I met his eyes. "If you touch me, I will kill you." He laughed. "See? Perfect. I will start the bidding at one hundred thousand."