Riven Battle Bunny Mga Nobela at Kwento

While every member of the army was working hard to build their future home, there were two shiny cocoons in the middle of their lot guarded by rats and their little golems. They were Lorne mowers II and Ben Dover II, and as their mothers, were brood mothers too. David needed tanks and attackers to start hunting, and the solution was simple: plated rhinos and blood vultures. Bone vultures would not be as useful as their red cousin, so Upton was spared of the role.

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.

he said quietly, “we do not negotiate.” Riven circled above them, slower than usual, wings not fully extending with each pass. The damage he had taken still showed in the uneven rhythm of his flight, but he refused to land for long. He scanned the edges of the battlefield, tracking distortions that no one else could see. “It is not gone,” he called down. “It is just not here.”

“Send the secondary alliance team. They know the tunnels better. I’ll... support the link.” I relayed it, feeling Elias extend through our connection to steady the fighters. The bond expanded further, weaving new alliance threads tighter. A visceral clash played out: Riven leading a charge that sealed a breach, wolves shifting mid-fight, the scent of blood and determination thick in the night air. One loyalist nearly broke through toward the medical wing — I felt Elias’s warning pulse just in time, allowing Seraphina to intercept and drop him hard.

She looked around. Everyone was waiting. “I don’t know.” It was the first time she had lied. And she hated herself for it. Because she knew that whisper meant something. ⸻ Far from the Ashen camp, the Crimson warrior moved quickly through the forest. He did not stop until the trees became thick enough to hide him from anyone following. Only then did he remove his hood. Riven Nightbane. Second-born of the Crimson Pack. A warrior trained from childhood to obey without question. Except today.

The council chamber was silent except for the echo of my heartbeat. Cold stone walls rose high above us, carved with ancient runes that seemed to pulse faintly in the torchlight. The scent of iron and rain clung to the air—tonight, the sacred arena awaited blood. Riven stood at the center, stripped of his armor, his bare chest rising and falling with quiet fury. Across from him, Damien wore a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. They were brothers by blood, rivals by destiny—and I was the cursed thread tying them together.

If I don’t get a cold when I get out of this rain, then my immune system must be out of this world. Zayn suddenly inhales loudly and his hand drops from the tree. He collapses on the ground and blinks rapidly as he tries to get a hold of himself. “You’re okay? What did you see?” Bunny rushes to his side and caresses his face. He’s her closest friend, I can understand why she’s so worried about things going wrong. Even if they don’t get the orb, getting her friend out of Beacon safe and sound is her biggest concern right now.

*whoosh* *bam* *swish* *pow*… Amidst the flurry of movements, Ravyn momentarily lost herself in her thoughts. Images of her injured self from past battles flashed before her eyes. Liriene, with her right eye permanently blinded after surviving an assassination attempt. Kanji, blood gushing from his throat in a harrowing encounter. Drew, his body destroyed from within, haunting Ravyn's mind once again. Determined to push past these haunting memories, Ravyn refocused her attention and intensified her counterattacks against the training android. *swish* *bwok* *pow*…

a voice whispered from the crowd. “The confidence. She moves like she was born for the throne.” Selene scoffed, stepping up to her base stand. Her movements were graceful, but her eyes were darting to the Prince. She began to pour Her voice loud for the Elders to hear. “A true Luna leads with blood and power!” CRACK. The hall went silent. Selene had gripped the crystal too hard, her claws nicking the rim. A hairline fracture appeared, and the wine inside began to spin with a dark, thick purple like the color of an uncontrolled wolf.

I launch myself toward him, smothering the pelt over his face and neck. He shouts, flailing his arms and fighting back against me. He kicks against me and I climb on top of him, doing my best to pin his legs down. Adrenaline rushes in my ears. The rest of the world swirls around me, turning into a meaningless blur. The only thing that exists, the only thing that matters, is the battle between me and the Moon Rabbit. He twists, trying to buck me off, but I put all my weight onto my two hands, forcing the pelt against his flesh. Eventually, there’s a strange popping sensation in the room, and then his human body has disappeared.