Revy Black Lagoon Fanart Novels & Stories

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

and the one whose gaze now chilled me to my core. "Ailith?" Lena's voice, barely a whisper, made me flinch. My childhood friend emerged from the shadows, her eyes wide with concern. The intricate pack-bond tattoos on her arms pulsed with a faint blue light, reflecting her unease. "What's happening? Why did Kael summon the Bloodmoon Council?"

He raised his hand to pull off his mask and words fell out of my mouth to perhaps delay the process. “I-I get you do not want to draw Damien's all powerful father's attention. But is there really no way else you can do this?” Axel Black tore off his dark mask, demonical expression hidden by the shadows of far burning torches. “Absolutely not, dear Luna.” And then he kissed me, drawing my jaw up so I met his bone cold lips. I froze over. Just like before, I felt the slippery, sweet coolness of poison sliding down my tongue down to the back of my throat.

Limbs…a torso…hair…naked skin. And then…I stopped breathing as I stood there watching in both awe and horror as the black smoke dissolved fully and the white smoke formed to reveal…Selene? “Selene?” The name slipped from my lips like a prayer and a curse at the same time, my mind clouded with fatigue and confusion. What!? How…what the hell was going on here? Because it was her lying there, curled on her side, her skin pale and bare, her body covered in soot and ash and streaks of whatever magic had just torn its way out of that beast. Her hair was spread around her like a moonlight halo, and she was not moving.

he announced, his voice firm and authoritative. The room erupted into a chorus of whispers and murmurs, the sound like a gentle hum of surprise and intrigue. Lucan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression a blend of respect and curiosity. I discreetly scanned the warriors standing behind him, my eyes searching for any signs of the mark – a subtle tattoo or ink that might indicate their allegiance to the mysterious pack working with Crescent Pack. But there was nothing, no visible signs of any markings. I exchanged a brief glance with Ragnar, and he shook his head almost imperceptibly, a silent confirmation that he too had seen nothing.

The only thing left to show it had ever been there was a single black feather wedged between the iron bars. The message had already been received. Naya had moved on to drawing. She was sprawled on the floor with a piece of charcoal and a scrap of parchment, sketching something with the intense concentration she brought to everything. I crossed to her and looked over her shoulder. It was a crow. A very good one, for a seven-year-old. She'd even colored in the eye, pressing harder with the charcoal to make it darker than the rest. "I'm going to name it," she said without looking up.

"No mercy!" We continued to fight, to push on. All for my Luna. I forced my way upright, chest burning, lungs full of smoke. Around me the survivors stumbled, coughing, weapons slick with mud. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. I raised my blade to the storm, the sigil on my chest blazing gold through torn armor. My roar ripped free, half man, half beast, echoing through the valley. Far beyond the ward, hidden behind his fortress of shadow, Killian smiled.

I might die tonight, but I won't be their prey. They cursed, retreating. “You psycho bitch!” “Luna or not, this slut is just not worth it!” They ran like the cowards they were, and I finally collapsed again, letting myself breathe. My vision was getting darker as my heart beat slower and slower. Maybe this was it. Maybe the end had finally come. But I wasn’t ready to meet the Moon Goddess just yet. I wanted my revenge… I wanted to watch Emilia and Liam burn for what they did.

She pulled out the wrapped package and began to unwrap it, revealing the glowing artifact within. Evander’s eyes widened, genuine shock breaking through his controlled facade. “You’ve had it with you this entire time?” “Hidden in plain sight,” Nyx lied smoothly. “The safest place is always the most obvious.” She held the forged crest up, letting the dying sunlight catch its surface. The runes seemed to pulse with inner light, responding to her touch, exactly as she’d designed them to. Evander took a step forward, then stopped, caution warring with desire. “Give it to me.”