Revenant Kung Lao Novels & Stories

He lunged forward, grabbing my shoulders with bruising force, and crushed his lips against mine in a violent, unwanted kiss. In that instant, survival surged through me like fire. I drove the sharp point of the pendant upward with all my strength—first into one eye, then the other. A guttural scream tore from Miguel’s throat. "Sh*t—!" He recoiled violently, hands flying to his face. Blood welled instantly between his fingers, streaming down his cheeks in dark rivulets. The torch, knocked from the table in the struggle, clattered to the floor and spun, its beam slashing wildly across the room. The light caught his ruined face in stark, horrifying detail—crimson streaks glistening against his

Leonora turned to glance at Simon, who was trying to balance a plate of kare-kare while being pulled into a group photo with Tomas and Juanito. “He did win the lottery,” she teased. Alice grinned. “He really did.” This is not only a miracle, but this is also fate. She was destined to go back to the past and meet her great-grandmother. The long tables nearly buckled under the weight of food. At the center was the lechon—a whole roasted pig, its skin crackling with golden crispness, laid out on banana leaves and garnished with pineapple rings and fresh herbs. There were platters of pancit palabok, kare-kare with its thick peanut sauce, and steaming pots of sinigang na baboy whose sour tamarind

Anthony asked, taking a glass to fetch water in to. “What’s that?” The maid asked, seeming interested. “A rumor was spread across the kingdom of the Maroon pack Lycan coming to be mated with the Luna, how true is that?” “Well, I’m really not obliged to leak the kingdom secrets to outsiders or strangers” the maid said, giving a crazy chuckle. “And are you aware of whom you’re referring to as a stranger?” Sophia asked, stepping into the kitchen hall. “My Lady! It’s not……” “Would you get off my front, or I’ll split your mouth into two now” Sophia said with a stern warning as the maid hurriedly left the kitchen leaving only her and Anthony.

“...And now, let’s raise our glasses in a toast to Mr. Black and his fiancée, Miss Barker.” The crowd erupts into applause and cheers. I look back. And I see him. My stranger—Xander. Standing beside Yasmine. My stomach twists violently. I feel like I’m going to throw up. Without the mask, his face is exactly as it was in the picture. He smiles slightly and raises his glass. And in that moment— Our eyes clash.

She belonged here and not with Zephyr or in his pack. "Alright, I'll leave you too" Nimue said and walked out. "Let's have dinner" Antonio said with a smile. He had specially ordered for the dinner. He'd confess to her afterward. "Sure." Bellona said. Antonio pulled out a seat for her. She muttered a word of thanks, sat down and began eating. The food looked appetizing but she didn't have the appetite. It tasted bland in her mouth. It wasn't like the food she had in Zephyr's pack.

He turned around to look, glaring back at me. I just dropped my gaze down, apologizing. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but I was told you needed my service." "Yes, indeed, "Argon answered. They both walked towards the bed, sitting down comfortably, before Argon ordered me to serve them their wine. "Its an expensive drink meant for those of Royal standard. So, don't spill it," Estelle bragged, leaning into Argon's hold. I nodded at her words, trying to control myself around them while drawing closer to the table.

The elder with the eel tattoos, Elder Rinan, stood by the pier with his arms crossed like an immovable cliff. Natalie stepped aside just as Rinan spotted Norwan. “Well, well,” the elder said, squinting. “I thought I smelled Northan arrogance from downwind.” Norwan bowed—deeply, properly. “Elder Rinan,” he said with respect. “It’s an honor.” Rinan snorted. “Try lifting those crates and maybe I’ll believe that.” Norwan didn’t hesitate. He moved past Natalie, bending to lift one of the heavier crates by himself. Rinan raised an eyebrow.

Dorian explains. “You did your research.” I comment, taking a sip of wine. Damn, that is perfectly crisp grape with sweet notes of floral. It pairs wonderfully with the lemon crispiness of the crab cakes and that sweetness of the coconut shrimp. Okay, Dorian is really earning himself more positive points for this first date.

The Valley of Broken Moon smelled of blood and victory as the sun dipped below the horizon. Elara stood at the edge of the battlefield, her body aching from exertion and the lingering effects of channeling so much raw power. Golden sparks still danced faintly along her skin, a visible sign that her bloodline was fully awakening. Kael’s strong arm remained wrapped around her waist, holding her upright even as his own wounds slowly knit together.

The chamber reeked of blood, iron, and venom. Finally, Evander stepped back, chest heaving, claws dripping. His voice thundered across the hall: “Then let every wolf know—the Crest has been hidden, and until it is found, none will sleep. A bounty on it, a bounty on his silence, a bounty on truth itself. And if it costs me the marrow of every traitor’s bones, I will have it.” Theron sagged against his chains, body trembling but spirit unbroken. His defiance, though wordless, was louder than any cry of surrender.