Revenant Kung Lao Novels & Stories

"Kane! Come out and face me! Xander's jaw tightened. His voice growled, "Blackwood." In jest, Blackwood remarked, "I know your family is in there." "Give up, and I'll let them survive." Xander fired a warning shot, and the snap of the rifle echoed through the night. "Get any closer and you will regret it!" Bullets were smashing through windows and shredding through walls, and the sound of shooting was overwhelming. Selene returned fire precisely, killing two of Blackwood's warriors.

He drove his claws into the Phantom's abdomen, pushing it away from his body while he struggled to stand. They fought for dominance, each beast showing off its skill and power, countering one another's attack as they both clashed. The Phantom was dominating, tearing the eye of Mark with its sharp claws and landing another heavy strike with its sharp claws on his chest. She watched from her hiding spot as the blood spilled off from his body, and she heard his groaning sound, that which was fuelled by the pain he received. “Father.!” She screamed from where she hid herself. She was scared to the extent, she flaunted his orders and did as her heart had instructed.

“I’m in. But… there’s still the bond.” I tilted my head. “The mate bond,” she clarified. “With Liam. He’ll sense I’m alive sooner or later.” I gave Ronan a glance, and he left the room. When he returned, he carried a small glass vial, glowing with a faint violet shimmer. I took it carefully and turned back to her. “This,” I said, “is a poison. Not lethal—but vicious. It severs the mate bond. Forcefully. Most don’t survive the backlash. The pain alone is enough to drive some mad.”

The lady said while showcasing to me different knives, and I shook my head at her. "Show me the one that will hurt the most," I said with a smirk. "Sorry?" She asked, and I smiled before paying her for the cheap-looking knives with good grip and blades. "What are you going to do with these knives?" Collins asked me, and I sighed. "I am going to make good dishes for you," "Really?" He asked skeptically. "Yeah, really. The only difference will be, it'll be from the rogues' skin and flesh," I said with a grin, and he made a disgusting face, making me laugh.

They had ripped my family apart, left me orphaned, and I had spent my entire life clawing my way through the ranks of the Bratva to make sure I would never be powerless again. Revenge had become my purpose. And now, I was close. I scanned the room, my gaze cutting through the haze of smoke and low lighting, searching for my contact. My eyes landed on a group of men in tailored suits sitting in the VIP section. Lorenzo DeLuca sat at the center, relaxed but aware, his dark eyes sweeping the room like a king surveying his kingdom. Next to him was his younger brother, Antonio, nursing a glass of whiskey with an easy smirk. They were powerful, connected, and utterly ruthless.