Royal Revenant Novels & Stories

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

“One of the petals has fallen. She is in great danger.” Rage and fear collided inside me. “What exactly happened?!” I snarled, stepping closer. “I don’t know either,” Father growled. “Only the flower’s warning. Summon the Seer. Now!” The royal Seer was brought in haste, her frail form draped in silver robes. She knelt before the sacred mirror, entering her trance with a low chant. The surface shimmered, then cleared to reveal vivid, painful visions. I watched in growing horror as the scenes unfolded:

The edges of its wings carved through the air wherever they passed and left behind spatial scars. Talon faced down all three revenants. Each one of them was 30 feet tall, clad in dark iron armor, and brimming with soul-devouring wrath. The crow spread its wings wide and met their combined assault head-on. The revenant on the left swept its claws through the air in a vicious arc, and its spurs tore a gash across the sky as the space behind the strike collapsed inward. Churning waves of chaotic energy rushed in like a flood, trying to drag Talon into the void.

It’s a heavy, platinum pendant, a howling wolf encircled by a crown of thorns and a crescent moon. My breath hitches, sticking in my throat. That seal hasn’t been seen in centuries. We were told they were all gone, legends of a dead era. Could this woman truly be a Royal? If she is the woman on Draven's arm, if she is June's mother, then June isn’t just a student. She is a living, breathing relic of a throne we all thought was dust. Just as I'm about to dig further to try and find a mention of a "Rose of Light" in the index, my mind-link to Silas and Fenris snaps open. 'Fen, Val. I've got something. Meet me in the office.'

"The Luna Queen personally caught her that night. She dragged her into the palace dungeons, took a silver blade, and violently ripped her face off to destroy her identity. The girl survived, fled the territory, and had to undergo a brutal, painful reconstruction surgery just to have a normal face again." Vivienne’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes growing wide with horror as she stared at my facial features. "Vexley... don't tell me..." "My real name is Ravenna," I confessed, my silver eyes flashing with a cold, lethal fire. "And I am that girl. I didn't come to this palace to be Ronan's fated bride, Vivienne. I came here to utterly dismantle the Bloodmoon royal family from the inside

I could feel it looking at me. At all of us. "Children of the King," it said. Its voice came from everywhere. The ground. The sky. My own bones. "I have slept for a thousand years. I have dreamed of your flesh." Dr. Reinhart raised her arms. "Behold the First Variant. The one the King stole from. The one he could never control." She looked at me. "Your ancestor, Rose. Your true ancestor." The thing pulled itself higher. Its body was massive — half human, half mountain. Black stone skin. Veins of fire. A mouth full of teeth that looked like broken glass.

Majority of them will either be pack's warrior or strategies. But this night is different from any other blood moon night as the Lycan Princess transformed this day she will choose whom shall follow her and they will bear the gift given by the Goddess of the Moon. The Thalon King and other Thalon felt her presence, felt the transformation, the rebirth of the Lycan Princess, the first female Lycan Alpha. They howl in return for her call and the breeze of air brought them the scent they haven't smell for a long time. A dragon is nearby based on the scent that is lingering in the air.

"He's seething with rage and wants immediate payback. He dispatched an elite strike team to take your head and seize the talisman, Aurelia. You need to be ready." "He can't handle being outmaneuvered by the rightful heir," Uncle Elias said, chambering a heavy round into his rifle with a metallic clack. "He sent his top-tier night-breach squad." "Don't worry, kitten," Drake whispered beside me, adjusting his tactical rig. "We're taking them down together." I took a slow, deep breath, my eyes locking onto the live thermal feeds showing enemy mercenaries breaching the outer gate. "Then this is the perfect live test for this heirloom suit," I said, a cold, dangerous smile spreading across my fac

No plants, no animals, not even the barest spring. The second attack brought insight into their enemies. The revenants were using elemental magic in its purest form. They used the air Vescovi and his convoy breathed as a weapon. The surrounding earth. The moisture inside their bodies. With each attack, they grew weary and more men died. Their numbers were whittling down from twelve, not including Daniel, Zigor, Helick, Penny, and Ava, to eight.

Rain “Sapphire?” he said again. People slowly gathered closer, drawn by curiosity and shock. Some of them stared at me openly, their faces pale, their eyes wide. Those who looked the most shaken wore small blue badges pinned to their clothes – the symbol of the Lycan King’s court. The rest only looked confused, glancing between me and him like they were trying to understand a story that didn’t make sense. “Sapphire… you’re alive?” a woman whispered.