Riven Winx Club Novels & Stories

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

“We fight together. Alliance or nothing. For the lost… for the pups’ safety.” He showed a photo of his mate and child—proof of loss, pain shared. Nyx hugged him, mother-to-mother, tears connecting the grief. “I understand… the soul-consuming pain.” Riven’s voice broke briefly, though alpha-strong. “We fight together… for the lost… for the pups’ safety.” The alliance grew, clans coming to the valley to train, to protect. New characters added spice: Riven’s daughter, a young warrior with a fierce heart, drew Ethan’s attention—a slow-burn tension forming. A young orphan shifter, touched faintly by the void, allied with Kai to help control his growing power.

If they all knew I was King Owen, this place would be a disaster, as everyone would want to hug and take a picture with me, forgetting they were naked. I walked to the door of a private VIP room only I have access to. My hand swiped my card, and the door opened wide, allowing entry. I walked to the wine bar, poured myself some wine into a glass cup, picked it up, stared at it slowly before taking a sip. “Alpha,” Scarlet called, her head bowed slightly. I turned, staring at my beta mate. She had been the organizer of my monthly sex hub. “Uhn,” I muttered. “Everyone here is not from this city. They were selectively picked based on their family history from a hundred years ago. Hopefully, she m

“I’m drinking it anyway. What are you going to do about it?” Wendy huffed and didn’t actually try to grab it back. She clicked her tongue and looked Winter up and down. “Good thing you’ve got skin this thick. Otherwise, you really would’ve been beaten to a mess.” Instead of being annoyed, Winter found her oddly endearing. Just as Wendy twisted her hips and turned to leave, Winter called out, “Wendy, sweetie, do you happen to have a VIP card for the JX Club?” “Why?” Being called sweetie by someone as striking as Winter clearly put her in a good mood. “You want one?”

The light was calm now, a warm hum of contentment. "It’s not over," Riven whispered, looking toward the horizon. "Draven was just the beginning. The Council will be here by dawn." Suddenly, a loud, metallic clack sounded from the woods. A silver net, thick and glowing with green poison, flew through the air. It didn't aim for me. It aimed for Riven. He didn't have time to dodge. The net wrapped around him, the wolfsbane smoke rising instantly from his skin. He fell to the ground, screaming in agony.

" Raven simply completed Trisha was nearby. And grabbed onto his arm, even her chest pressured in. the maximum amount as Raven wished to take care of a similar posture, he couldn't dispel the concern of obtaining ravished any given moment, thus he was unable to relish the soft sensation of her bosom. "I am Isabella's collaborator. And additionally, I receive a contract salary, thus it's natural to be around her right?" "Is that so?" "Hi, Raven does not have any idea? concerning the club name?" "Let's decision it the Wave's Club?, or the when faculty radiation Club?"

His hair was longer than his brothers', falling just past his shoulders in dark waves. He and Kain looked more alike than Jax did. Like they could be identical twins. Jax had that princely quality that set him apart. But all three were devastatingly handsome and it was not fair. "The scent of books is my pleasure," Riven said quietly. "This is where I come when the world gets too loud." I nodded. We stood there in silence and it felt like we both had things we wanted to say but could not bring ourselves to speak them. I looked around and my eyes caught on something mounted on the wall. A medal. Gold and heavy-looking with ribbons attached.

Kelly Blackwell, number 17 for the Dynamos, gliding toward me with that stupid, cocky grin I’ve hated since junior hockey. “Rough game, Jackson,” he says, stopping just close enough to make sure I hear every word. “Guess the Phoenix Frost isn’t so hot after all.” The crowd’s cheers fade into background noise. All I can see is Kelly, his smirk daring me to make a move. “Walk away, Blackwell,” I growl, my fists already curling. “Why? This is tradition, isn’t it?” He smirks, leaning on his stick. “You lose. I win. I rub it in. It’s what we do.”

I can’t break it to her that Ren isn’t my date. “Oh don’t worry about that, I’m glad you came,” Annie tells me me with a rather devious smile. “I have so much to tell you.” I can’t smile too. “I have so much to ask. I didn’t know Ren had a sister.” “Our parents haven’t been the best to us, and I decided I didn’t want to be affiliated with an Alpha/Luna lifestyle,” she admits as we come to the table. She grabs me a drink, handing it to me. By the bitter smell, it’s clearly wine.

Onyx Lounge, Raven's Den, Vixen and Inferno. Onyx Lounge and Raven's Den were regular clubs, where the elite group and VIPs of Las Vegas spent their time and their wealth. But Vixen and Inferno were totally different. According to the Press, those two clubs were hell's entrance. They weren't regular, and they certainly were not for the faint hearted. Vixen was a strip club. And not just any strip club. It was the underground of pure ecstasy, where people revealed their true forms. There were no judgements, no rules and no control.