Royal Revenant Novels & Stories

He drifted in and out, muttering words that didn’t make sense. But then, his eyes snapped open. And he grabbed my wrist with surprising strength. “They’re moving something,” he rasped. “Your uncle… he’s bringing it through the city. Not weapons. Not men. Something worse.” My breath caught. “What?” His lips curled into a bloodied smile. “A relic. Old. Royal. Tied to your bloodline.” The room went silent. Roman’s gaze locked with mine. “He’s escalating.” I stared down at Kael, my pulse hammering, the storm s

The council members exchanged glances, their faces etched with a mix of awe and reverence, as they grasped the magnitude of the moon goddess's plan. Then, the screens flickered to life once more, revealing a series of images that left the council members breathless. Pictures of Aethon, the Ascended of Ky'Rennei Collective, appeared alongside five other formidable figures: Rage, the fierce dragon shifter; David, the wise Prince of Atlantis; Abatrose, the just King of the Meridians; Kieran, the enigmatic Vampire King; and Niklaus, the powerful Mayan/Vampire King who reigned supreme. The council members' eyes widened as they took in the sheer might of these six powerful mates, each one a force

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I understood the information my Lycan beast was trying to pass but before I could act, Byron announced, “Gammas Of Royal Hills, Capture Kovan, the dethroned King.” What? Byron looked me in the eyes, “For a new king to be installed, the previous one must be six feet below the ground of the Royal Lycan Tomb, Right, Healers?” None of the healers could respond. None except Lulu who blurted, “You are planning to Kill the King so you can be installed as King?”

And then after saying those heartbreaking words to me, he walked away with my cousin turned my enemy, Eve. That is the story of how I got rejected by the alpha king, my boyfriend. I'm Ravenna. Raven for short, is such a weird name for a weird wolf like me right? I am 24 and in a few months, this short lifespan of mine will come to an end. When I was eighteen, I had my first rejection, and since then I accepted my fate and thought I would never find another mate but the moon goddess decided to give me another chance with the love of my life Javier and again. I got rejected.

“Bryan was not merely resurrected. He was reforged. The Order of the Forgotten didn’t simply resurrect him — oh no — they turned him into something else. Something… worse." Selene, who had been silent, finally spoke. "A revenant." Dorian nodded. "Exactly." Ethan’s jaw tightened. “What the f is a revenant?” Selene’s expression was grim. “A revenant is more than a reanimated corpse. It’s an entity resurrected through dark sorcery, its old soul torn from it and an unnatural one substituted instead. They don’t merely exist — they devour.”

she said and I nodded slowly affirmatively, she nodded firmly and continued, “I finally found the site of construction you asked me to look into , it has been completely renovated and it doesn’t look anything like the picture you sent, also I realized it wasn’t done by DMW,” She said giving me report of the things I’ve asked her to find out about, I slowly reclined in my chair and nodded slowly. “Which company did the renovation?,” “Kings&ko group,” she replied, my eyes dimmed as I slowly pushed my chair backwards and got up to my feet, I gently walked towards my shelf and drew out a file there before walking back to my table.

they barked. The Bloodfangs weren’t trying to kill us. They were herding us. I turned sharply, just as a screech echoed from the cliffside. A massive form emerged from the mist. Wings. Jagged, skeletal. Eyes like molten gold. It wasn’t a Bloodfang. It was something worse. “Revenant!” Freya shouted. The beast let out a shriek that rattled my bones. Revenants were ancient—monsters twisted by the old magic buried deep in the land. Few who saw one lived to tell the tale.

He was leaning casually against a black car, hands in his pockets, his dark eyes watching me with the kind of intensity that made people nervous. I wasn’t most people. “You have a habit of showing up uninvited,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. He smirked, pushing off the car and closing the distance between us. “And you have a habit of making dangerous deals.” I folded my arms. “You came all this way just to lecture me?” “I came to offer you something better.” That caught my attention, though I kept my expression unreadable. “I’m listening.” Nico stepped closer, close enough that I could catch the faint scent of expensive cologne and something darker beneath it—gunpowder, steel, danger.

His eyes never leave the revenant, except to glance at me—searching, worried, half-daring me to look away. He breaks the silence first. “You say you want to stay. Why should we trust you? What do you offer us in return, beyond more fear in the night?” The revenant turns its face to him, shadow swirling, the suggestion of eyes and a mouth that is more memory than flesh. For a moment, it is silent. Then, softly: “I have seen empires rise and fall. I know the old ways—forgotten magic, stories that bind wounds, cures for hurts no one remembers how to name. I have wisdom. I have regret. If you let me stay, I will teach you what I know. I will help where I can.”