Novel & Cerita Royal Revenant

The force of the blow threw his unhealed frame across the room, his back smashing into the wooden wardrobe with a sickening crack before he collapsed into the corner, groaning in agony as his shoulder wounds instantly tore open, soaking his white shirt in dark red blood. "Rohan..." I tried to scream, but the purple grip around my throat tightened, cutting off my voice entirely. Ravena stepped further into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her eyes weren't the standard brown of a pack rogue anymore. They were burning with a brilliant, permanent purple fire that lit up the dark room, the raw, ancient power of the Rogue King rolling off her skin in thick, visible waves of

He said while lifting his hands. "I don't want to calm down Adrean. Where am I?" I asked loudly. "In my palace." He answered Softly then looked away. "What do you mean your palace?" I asked seriously. "Where is she?" A woman's voice asked. The door was opened by a man in golden armor, he looked like a royal guard. An older woman walked in. She looked very beautiful, but what caught my eye was the diamond pendant that had the royal seal of one of the feared, rich kingdoms in all land.

she said, confirming my suspicions. The young vampire royal snarled, his long spiked teeth bearing, his eyes glowing golden red, as he yanked the chains, trying to put his strength to break off. His appearance further confirmed that not only was he a royal, but likely a prince of the pure blood of vampires, first blood in fact. I was disturbed that a pureblood like him, one of us, would be subjected to such suffering, but I had no choice. “DON’T YOU DARE!!!!!If you touch her!!!!!!..” he growled, yanking and trashing to be set free to charge Queen Rowena.

The only thing that could stop the war was the defeat of Reaplake or the total annihilation of Loveland. King Rage (The King of Loveland) needed help and he needed it fast. His life and everything he had was at stake. One starless night, while pondering on the troubles that entrapped him, king Rage received an unexpected visitor. It was Samson- the reclusive scholar from the North and he had a solution. He told the king about an ancient ritual he discovered that could summon a demon from the 4th dimension. The demon called Reptiles king- was a snake demon that could defeat the powerful blood mages of Reaplake and end the war quickly.

Victoria squeezed Raven’s hand once—reassuring, steady. Then she pushed the doors open. The throne room waited beyond—vast, echoing, lit by chandeliers of blood-red crystal. King Alaric sat upon a throne of black obsidian and polished bone. His eyes—ruby like his daughter’s, but ancient, fathomless—fixed on the small necromantress in crimson. Raven felt the weight of that gaze like a physical thing. Her free hand brushed the black tome hidden in the satchel at her side.

Then Daren knock and entered, he was the person spying the prince. Gaius didn’t look up immediately. “Any thing you think I should know?” Daren bowed low. “It’s worse than we suspected, Your Highness.” Gaius paused, moving the opposing queen. “Worse? How worse? Did my dear brother get some girl pregnant? Or has he started gambling away the royal coffers in secret?” Daren shifted uncomfortably. “No, my prince. Not gambling. This has nothing to do with a woman at all.”

Not after everything I already knew about my husband. ​Raven leaned her palms against the desk, her knuckles white. "I’ve been the King’s commander for ten years. Every time the Blood Moon approaches, I’ve seen him vanish into his study, alone, enduring pain that even a Lycan King’s strength cannot mask. He never explained. I was never granted leave to ask." ​"And?" ​"And I began to dig," Raven’s voice hardened. "I scavenged through forbidden archives, old scrolls regarding blood contracts with the Moon Goddess. I found enough to know that the King traded something monumental—half his life—for a ritual of time reversal."

They were crudely charcoal-scrawled, the letters shaky but frantic. Alpha King Nikolai, the message read. The curse on your rifts is not fed by gold alone. Tanya paid the blood coven, but Richard has anchored the spell using an ancient Eclipse relic hidden inside the royal catacombs beneath the Bloodmoon palace. As long as that relic remains active, the ash will keep returning to your rivers, and it will slowly drain Queen Elena’s remaining life force until her core collapses completely. You cannot break this with an army from the outside. If you launch a full-scale invasion, Richard will destroy the catacombs and seal the relic forever, killing her. There is a secret drainage pipe behind th

One stepped forward—a tall man with skin like obsidian and a scar cleaving down his left cheek. “We come under truce,” he said, raising his hands. “My name is Kael. What’s left of House Yvain sent me to warn you.” “Speak,” I said. He looked around warily before answering. “There’s a new figure moving behind the Hollowed Court. Not a lord. Not a priestess. Something older. Something that calls itself the Revenant Queen.” A chill scraped down my spine. “That name belongs to myth,” I said slowly.

"I've noticed as well, that's why we have to repaint the whole room whenever this happens." "You all have heard of this over and over, but this is the curse of the ones that Prince Russel have killed. If he continues to slaughter more people in this room, there would be a time that the blood stains on the walls can't be hidden anymore to expose the cruel nature of the Prince." "Ugh, enough with the damn horror stories. We all know that it's not true." "Hehehe, you're just scared." The workers continued to talk as they fix the Prince's room. Meanwhile, Russel heads to his study to begin the plans for his wedding with Lianne Ronnenberg.