Riven Winx Novels & Stories

His claws elongated, black, and razor-sharp. "Kill him," Draven commanded his men. "Bring me the girl. If she resists, break her legs. She only needs her heart beating to stand trial." The Enforcers lunged. The cave turned into a blur of violence. Riven moved like a shadow, his strength far beyond anything I had ever seen. He caught a spear midair and snapped it like a dry twig. He threw two men against the stone walls with a single swing of his arm. But there were too many of them. And Draven was moving toward me.

The platform tilted. "Everyone off!" Jetstar ordered. "Get clear!" Warriors scrambled to safety. Those who could walk helped the wounded. But Jasmina didn't move. Couldn't move. The vault's power was calling to her. To the baby inside her. "Do you feel it?" Arlene asked, noticing Jasmina's stillness. "The vault recognizes your child. Knows it carries Lycan King blood and witch power. Knows it's the true heir." "Then why are you still trying to open it?" Jasmina asked.

my little sister just grabbed his hand and started dragging him fully into the room. I covered my face in shame. The girl completely ignored my discouraging gestures at her, as if I had just vanished from the room. “So, how was your date with my sister the other day?” Oh my God, Clara. Why would she ask him about that? “It was nice.” Riven answered, surprised also at her sudden interest. “Just nice?” the girl added, clearly unsatisfied with his answer. I groaned internally. Riven’s smile only widened before he responded again.

“Alphas and Betas of the allied packs! Today we honor the old ways. Strength tested. Loyalty proven. The weak culled so the strong may lead.” He swept a hand toward the line of competitors. “Defending champion; Kade of Northridge, accompanied by his Beta, Riven.” The cheer erupted, thunderous, loyal. Kade lifted one fist, acknowledging it with a nod that looked steady enough from this distance. Riven stood just behind him, arms crossed, face carved from stone. That Beta’s presence grated like sand in silk. Bold. Interfering. Breathing life back into what I’d spent months dulling.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

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.

Their wounds healed in the meantime and they were more energized to fight now. They didn’t change to their wolves and started fighting with the crowd of foxes right away. The foxes didn’t change into their fox form either, they were also fighting in their human form. Riven was fighting with a group of seven people at the same time. He was like a ninja who was barely on the ground. Giselle observed that his kicks were his main attack. On the other hand, Stefan was fighting in front of her with a lot of people. Not letting anyone come closer to Giselle.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

“I came back for you. I’m not losing anyone else!” Her fire erupted, not outward — but inward, surging through her spine, searing into her heart. She stepped closer and touched Kaela’s hand — even as it sparked with silver flame. “Come back. I’ll burn every throne they have to keep you.” The hunter moved — too fast. But Riven was faster. Their blades met midair, sparks flying, steel against will. Riven fought differently now — not just with precision, but fury. Each strike screamed what he couldn’t say aloud: