Revenant Kitana Novels & Stories

She is only mine. Xx____xX

This time, she knew what was coming, and she had the chance to change everything! Marcus Caldwell. He was the future Alpha of White Pride. He has black hair and his eyes were dark green, and whenever she would stare at his eyes, she seemed to be staring at the deepest forest in the world. He has tattoos on his arms that added to his charms. Marcus looked so handsome, and every girl wanted to get his attention. “Nadine?” Nadine was startled upon hearing Kate’s voice again. She was so engrossed in her conversation with Ettiene that she failed to notice Kate had come back. Etienne growled at Kate’s presence, but she was able to control her wolf while facing the traitor.

Chapter 65 Davina As the Luna of the Antarcti Pack, it was my duty to ensure the safety and well-being of all my pack members. And when my mate, Keith, was falsely accused of killing his own parents, I knew I had to do everything in my power to clear his name. Together, we embarked on a perilous journey to retrieve the amulet that held the key to proving his innocence. We fought against treacherous terrain, vicious predators, and even rival packs who sought to claim the amulet for themselves.

She scolded; it was true Kitana had picked it out as something special for my day I take her place as queen, she had advised that this will be perfect for the new generation to rule, and Ryder won’t be able to take his eyes off you. “I’m going to keep asking as you know how much I hate surprises; I’m only doing this as I love your mother with all my heart so I’m not pushing it.” I joked, I honestly can’t wait to see what Kitana had picked out for me to wear, I just know it’s going to be amazing.

“Four minutes. Maybe less if the AI doesn’t scramble the sequence.” “Work fast,” she said. “Valerio, Camila, set perimeter.” They fanned out, weapons ready. The corridor was too quiet. Too still. As if something was watching. And then it spoke. A voice, low and inhuman, echoed from hidden speakers in the walls. “Welcome, Project Revenant.” Sera’s blood ran cold. That wasn’t Lucrezia. It was the AI. Leviathan. “Target acquisition: Seraphina Vale. Codename: Queen. Probability of success: 18%. Initiating elimination protocol.”

The council members exchanged glances, their faces etched with a mix of awe and reverence, as they grasped the magnitude of the moon goddess's plan. Then, the screens flickered to life once more, revealing a series of images that left the council members breathless. Pictures of Aethon, the Ascended of Ky'Rennei Collective, appeared alongside five other formidable figures: Rage, the fierce dragon shifter; David, the wise Prince of Atlantis; Abatrose, the just King of the Meridians; Kieran, the enigmatic Vampire King; and Niklaus, the powerful Mayan/Vampire King who reigned supreme. The council members' eyes widened as they took in the sheer might of these six powerful mates, each one a force

“The ink was faded, curling with age, but the shape was the same. A broken star. A flame. Just like the mark on her shoulder. And below it, The same mark on Katarina’s shoulder. And one word beneath it, in old kanji script in faded Italian: The Kitsune Bride.” (Yome.) Valentino stared at it like it had teeth. My fingers shook. I rolled up the scroll. Tucked it under my arm, Katrina was prophecy. She was a curse. And she was Theirs. Even when I didn’t mean to want her. I was supposed to be back for revenge. For closure. To find Fiorella’s killer and drown them in pieces.

The Revenant holds its own for nine full minutes (longer than anything short of a Council strike team could). When Celeste finally drives her blood-lightning katana through its core, the explosion levels the basement and sends tourists screaming. Rowan watches from a shattered window, coffee now cold. Rowan (quiet): “Nine pieces and she already forced a Revenant to burn seventy-two hours of manifestation in nine minutes. At forty-seven…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. 11:59 p.m. – Rooftop above Celeste’s house He’s been tailing them all day (unseen, unfelt).

She was on a plane. Jezza's eyes snapped open, and panic crashed over her. The cargo hold was dimly lit, filled with shadows that seemed to move and breathe. She wasn't alone. Three other figures lay nearby, all women, all bound with the same plastic restraints, all wearing expressions of dawning horror. "Welcome back, sleeping beauty." The voice came from a woman in her thirties with sharp Mediterranean features. "I'm Velmora Vasquez. My father owns half the oil wells in Venezuela, not that it matters anymore."

I opened my eyes, revealing the violet glow in them, as my floating hair complemented my specialty. The shock on their faces was comical. Their jaws dropped, as well as Ben's baseball bat from him hands. "This is Kitana, and I'm the last of my kind." The distorted sound of my voice further heightened their awe. When I felt the demonstration has played it's course to convince them, I blinked Kitana back to her compartment, fully taking charge of my body again. "Am I in heaven?" Ben gawked, unblinking. "I've never seen anything like that."