Novel & Cerita Royal Revenant

she spat, shifting into her half-form, claws elongating as she launched herself into the nearest threat. The battle was chaos. Revenants don’t die like normal creatures. Their bodies dissolve and re-form. They bleed black smoke and whisper in languages that coil around your thoughts like poison. They’re fast. And they don’t feel pain. But they weren’t expecting us. They weren’t expecting the altar’s magic still pulsing in Alina’s veins. Or the bond between us that burned brighter than any spell. We moved like a single force—her strikes driving them back, my claws tearing through the gaps she opened. Rhea darted between us, precise and vicious, her eyes filled with the fury of someone who’d b

Judging by the eerie energy, I could tell it belonged to the vampires. “This is the vampire class,” she said, and I scanned the room through the glass—and saw him. The same guy I had seen before, just like Thorne. He was stunning. Sinfully handsome. No, not big like Thorne—but painfully attractive. I literally forgot how to breathe. His thick, slightly tousled hair fell just above his eyes. A few strands brushed his forehead effortlessly, giving him a wild, irresistible look. “That’s Raven Valtor. He’s royalty. Future vampire king of the Blood-Moon Clan,” Callista explained. “In simple words—stay away unless you want to get burned.” she advised.

Dorian added, coming to stand protectively beside me. "I understand." A sad smile lifted Kenmei's lips. "A revenant is a changeling. Not quite human and not quite a vampire." At that word - vampire - all hell broke loose. The guys started shouting simultaneously about lies and fairytales. I pulled my knees to my chest and put my forehead on my kneecaps. Tears dripped from my eyes onto my jeans. I'd let the brothers figure this one out.

“Can you see me now?” I tried talking, but my voice had been buried away. The doctor leaned away, “She’s really a strong kid. No one had ever come back after being bitten by a Gamma revenant.” “Gamma revenant?” Mrs. Kathy asked in my stead, and the doctor nodded. “Revenants are shifters who died but somehow resurrected” He explained as he examined my neck, then pressed on a particular spot that sent chills down my spine. I whined. The memory of the man biting me with fangs juggled in and I groaned. ‘Rina?’ I called out to my wolf at the back of my mind, but her presence was silent.

They were the physical mark of our bloodline. My bloodline. I stared at Kornell. Alexander Miller was a Beta. The son of a Beta. Yet the wolf standing in front of me carried both characteristics of Royal blood. “He looks like us,” Bruce said. I fucking knew. And judging by the way Bruce had suddenly stopped snarling, my wolf understood the significance just as clearly as I did. How? My mind immediately started searching for an explanation. Alexander's father had been Beta David Miller. His mother, Dr. Adeline Miller.

Zayn continued. “Project Revenant was created to do what Titan couldn’t. To ensure control.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Control over what?” Zayn’s next words? Made Ayesha’s stomach drop. “The entire world.” The Final Revelation The room felt too small. Ayesha took a step back. “No.” Zayn sighed. “I know how it sounds—” “You don’t,” Ayesha snapped. “Because if you did, you’d know I won’t let this happen.”

And then there were whispers… of the Revenant. A creature born of old magic, deathless and formless. A rumor that Marcus had once tried to conjure, but never controlled. Now, it seemed, someone had succeeded. Kate called a meeting of the inner circle at dusk. The fire blazed tall in the center of the ring, its sparks reaching for a sky streaked with purple and gold. Warriors, elders, and trusted advisors took their seats. “We need to strike first,” Samuel growled. “Take the fight to them before this Revenant walks into our camp.”

I couldn't make sense of his words, but if I was in the Royal Palace, that means he was. "Yes," he spoke, "I am Alpha Axel of the Royal bloodline. And you, my dear, are in my abode." No. That can't be. I thought. Alpha Axel was rumored to be a Ruthless and Powerful Alpha King ever since the death of his father, the Alpha King Killian of the Royal Pack. "Who is the father?" He asked, so suddenly and I gave him an incredulous look. I bit my lips, as I felt rage build up in me. Recalling the ordeal back at the Lone Wolves Pack.

The revenant’s stitched mouth… smiled. Lyra gasped, stepping back. “No—no, that’s not me—” But the world disagreed. Because the revenant bowed. Full. Absolute. Total submission. Ronan whispered hoarsely, “It’s not responding to you… it’s responding to something moving through you.” The death-door pulsed again— And another shape pressed against the rift. And another. And another. Dozens. Vale’s voice cracked like thunder. “We fall back. NOW!”

Heard it in ricochet of gossip: "She's a revenant... power fueled by grave." "I heard she sealed the Demon King with Moon Seal — nothing survived that ritual, but she walked out." "Did you see Alpha Jaxon's face? His wedding was during her funeral..." I let noise wash over me. Scanned room, gaze drawn involuntarily to elite section. And then I saw him. Riven Vorspina. Perched slightly apart from others, silhouette of lethal, languid grace. 'He should not be this beautiful,' I thought, cold awareness stealing over me.