Riven Winx Club Novels & Stories

“Yeah sure, it can.” “Then, after that must I still join another club?” “Of course, I have to join another club." Vivian Replied. I think Elyn should join the club. “Then what club has the most leisure time or activity schedule?” Elyn's question sounds even more ridiculous. It was not at all strange to hear Elyn's question. Vivian thought, then pointed at Carol. “Club JCW-Fc.” A pair of eyebrows of Elyn hooked, looking in the direction Vivian pointed. “What is JCW-Fc? Sounds like a football federation." Said Elyn.

Usually in one, or twos, they rang a bell, and there was a pause, before the door was opened to admit them. Raven had a strong feeling he was about to enter an exclusive club, the sort of club that needed a password to get into, that set up in unusual places, hidden behind secret entrances… There were a few types of such clubs that came to mind, but he was betting on a sex club from the name Vixen. Sex worker, perhaps, he thought. Did Gregory have a regular date who was ready spill the beans on his business?

“You don’t have to break down. The captain wouldn’t want this. He would want us to celebrate our win today.” “Yeah… that’s true,” another chipped in. “We should probably go to the clubhouse today—the one Talon loved visiting. Let’s party hard until morning.” Riven turned towards them and managed a smile. “Sure, let’s do that.” All of them walked out of the royal cemetery, got into their various Maybach cars, and made their way to the clubhouse. —————— A Month Later

Some other people were passing by, merely minding their business without even stopping to look at the club. Raven seemed to be searching for cameras, because his eyes were going up and down the place and the high poles which held dimly-lit lights. He had gotten information that Teddy Waxson, one of his other unknown step-brothers, worked as manager in the club in front of him. So he'd come to pay him a visit. Raven walked into the club. Colour rotating bulbs descended around the wide space where there was a stripper show going on. They were six half-naked girls in the stripper show, and Raven's eyes roamed on their bodies before it moved away.

Later that evening Jaxon put on his jacket. "I'm going to the club. You coming?" Raven looked at him, his voice wasn't cold but neither was it soft. She knew that in the club he was in his domain. The club was alive as they walked in, greeeted by Viktor, the low, thrumming pulse that seeped through the walls was like blood through veins. Raven could feel it under her skin as she followed Jaxon through the hallways of Eden, his stride clipped, every line of his body coiled tight as a drawn bowstring. The lights cast his face in sharp planes, the shadows darker tonight, and though his men nodded and stepped aside at his approach, Raven could sense the shift.

The blank screens of the monitors made my alertness pique, but I was too dumb to notice anything strange. After waiting five minutes for Caine to speak up, and I didn’t hear a thing. I turned. “Are you—” My entire being froze. Caine bent on a knee with an infinity ring in between his palms. His smile didn’t falter as he opened the ring box. Was there a wedding no one informed me about. I looked around me fast, to be sure it wasn’t a stupid prank. Fuck, it was real. And the worst part was how calm he looked about it.

Still hiding rot beneath polished steel. “They won’t touch another Omega,” he said quietly. “Not Ari. Not anyone.” The promise vibrated with lethal certainty. His Wolf rose not wild, not reckless, but absolute. “Cassian,” Riven continued, “mobilize your unit. Quietly. No Council channels.” Cassian straightened instantly, blood on his knuckles, eyes burning. “Already on it.” “Xavier, Nyx, Soren, Varek,” Riven said without turning. “Lock down your districts. If Council enforcers move without authorization from me, kill them.” A chorus of affirmatives followed.

“Exactly. You have led such a boring life that even the thought of having fun is freaking you out.” I smiled and did not say anything. Alex and Natasha brought me to the most famous club of our pack, Club Vixen. Itnwas infamous for both it's aesthetics and drinks. We were only on the parking lot but I could already hear the music and the people cheering inside. It was a whole different world than what I was used to. Natasha grinned at me, “Isn't it awesome? Come, let's go.” The three of us walked inside and after checking our id, the guard let us in. The whole room was dark and the only source of light was the neon lighting within the room.

Isabella’s POV Vixxen’s Private Gentleman’s Club was a plain enough building from the outside. In fact, it didn’t even have a big neon sign or a billboard to announce its presence. Instead, a brass-enameled plaque was the only thing on the completely black building. The sign simply says, Vixxen’s Private Gentleman’s Club – Members Only. There was no lineup, which means it’s ultra-exclusive. Probably Mafia, elite businessmen, and politicians frequented here for privacy and anonymity. Two giants of men stood guard at the front entrance to ensure privacy.

I look up, just in time to see her give Dex a meaningful look that says, help me out here, would you? “Don’t worry, Callum,” Dex pipes up. “There are plenty of girls with different appetites at the The Velvet Accord where were planning to take you.” I sigh, pretty sure that third time at the Club will equal a strikeout, not a charm. “A girl is definitely going to like what you have to offer, Callum,” Wren says, pouring her heart into it now. Reid raises an eyebrow. “Oh, so you like punks now?” Wren doesn’t give him the satisfaction. “Yes,” she snaps back, as if she’s as tired of her fiancé’s brother as I am.