Novel & Cerita Riven Battle Bunny

She laid in my lap as I consoled Kyda the best I could, both of us broken by the loss of someone so special to us. When Oryn returned he was distracted and immediately got us back to tied up along with the little wolf who had been tied up with us before. He disappeared again and I watched as the little wolf was focused on the bushes behind me and turned to see a man crouched down and making his way towards some warriors. He was just behind the king’s second in command when I realized he was going to attack. It all happened at once. Vynetta brought the fight close to us and unleashed the most powerful fireball I could ever imagine on Kayden. At the same time I saw the wolf in the bushes launc

I pulled the water from the air and drove it across the ground. A clear road opened through the battle. “Go.” Raiken hesitated. His eyes found mine. “I am coming back.” “You had better.” His fingers brushed mine as he passed. The touch was brief. Warm. Then he carried Riven toward the inner stairs with Grandmother beside him. I turned back to the courtyard. A grey soldier lunged. My hand moved before thought. The water inside its armour ripped outward. The creature collapsed into empty metal. Cassian appeared beside me.

With a massive stretch and yawn, she woke up exaggeratedly. “Double, what is the situation?” Her eyelids were half-opened. {War. Blood. Anger. Excitement!} His tail wagged excitedly along with his statement. Shadow could detect a few powers emerging together, desperately clinging to one another for support. “Oh yes, the enraged Blue Bunny. Pink Bunny is closely assisting him.” She commented based on the cold weather and the nice smell scented everywhere. Inside the frozen small flowers were frozen inside the ice rain, combining their deadly attack.

“You’re glowing again.” “I’m always glowing now.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Good. Because the real battle hasn’t even begun.” --- As the sun rose, Bloodmoon held the field. Their traps had worked. Their strategy had outmaneuvered Riven’s attempt at surprise. But the war was far from over. That night, Selene stood in the Moon Temple once again, staring into the flames. Riven hadn’t appeared. That meant one thing—he was saving his strength.

The holographic mecha and its army faded, but was quickly replaced by a choice wheel. “This cycle’s fight is between the Conspiracy of Ravens and The Final Bastion,” said the announcer. “I know lots of you out there are 100% Team Bastion, and I don’t blame you! They’re unbeatable! They aren’t the 5th seed for show. But… the Ravens are a real force in the tournament. Who’s to say they can’t upset the ranks?” Deafening cheers erupted all around as the crowd rooted for their favorite team. The excitement was real - some were practically frothing at the mouth for the fighting to start.

I found myself muttering, I was happy too, I would live life as it pleases me without being controlled like the baby I am not. The ceremony went on, but without Aella as the bride this time. Lenna had rushed out of the scene with her mother, who told me, “wait.” Of course, I waited, with a tad bit of idea of what would be done. At least, I liked her: making her the Luna of the pack would not be a bad idea.

“Your blood carries power. But to unlock it, you must pass this trial. Are you willing to bleed for it?” “I’ve bled before,” I shut back, standing firm. “And I’ll do it again.” The spirit stepped back. Mist rose from the ground. And someone walked out of it, My heart stopped, It was Riven. He looked older. Stronger. But something was wrong. His eyes were cold. Empty. Like he didn’t know who I was. “Riven?” I whispered. He growled and attacked. I barely dodged in time. He moved fast, wild, like a rogue wolf trained to kill.

Vex added, voice dripping with venom, “And you… you’ve been naive, thinking loyalty and love could protect anything. Watch it burn before your eyes.” Riven stepped forward, crown key held high, and let the city’s pulse synchronise with his own. Energy erupted outward, blue arcs colliding with the molten darkness of Bishop and Vex. Sparks flew, fissures cracked wider, and the Vault trembled under the weight of their clash. Wolf leapt forward, guns blazing, taking down Serpents who surged too close. Luca fought with feral precision, his movements deadly and fluid, keeping the enemy at bay. But Riven knew it wasn’t enough—the fight required more than mortal strength.

Riven walked down the stairs, then suddenly a girl bumped into him, she turned around to say sorry and then left. Riven nodded, in his palm appeared a small piece of paper with the content: "A group of Vampires that went to prison is approaching." It was only a short sentence, but Riven knew what to do. He pulled out a handful of marbles the size of his thumb from his pocket. About to press the switch on the marble when suddenly Brawen's smile appeared in his mind, his finger stopped slightly. But just for a moment, he still firmly pressed down and casually threw it somewhere.

I twisted in time to see a figure thundering down the slope on the back of a beast I knew too well. Riven. My heart stuttered. For one frozen instant, I forgot the battle. He was alive. Torn, battered, but alive. His sword blazed silver in the morning light, his beast crashing into the raiders like a hammer into glass. He hit them with all the fury I remembered. One stroke split a man nearly in two. Another carved a path through the center. His face was savage, eyes burning, every movement screaming of rage barely leashed. The recruits faltered, staring. Some with terror, some with awe.