The Revenant Artinya Novels & Stories

Chapter 19 Marco’sPOV I jolted awake on the metal reception chair and flitted my eyes to the neon sign above the operating theatre that indicated where Vvissuta had been undergoing surgery for the last ten hours. That was what I had decided to call the unknown woman Sopravvisuta. It means Survivor and only a survivor could had survived that nasty fall from the top of the mountain.

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.

"A sure saviour turned into crucified in this aspect withinside the past. Thus the pass grew to become from an image of dying right into a sacred image. Reportedly, that is the vintage surviving from that point period. Because it is cast from golden and then processed, whether or not as a piece of artwork or a weapon towards vampires, it's miles the best ranked. If it is now no longer dealt with carefully, the one's bigshots on the Vatican may come walking to reclaim it." "How did such a notable object fall into your hands!?" "I inherited it from my foster parent." Raven honestly defined in a sentence and grew to become in the direction of Trisha who had rushed over. "So, ought you assist me

This was the only thing I could come up with as I moved past him and we both rushed towards the painting. When we both reached it, I looked at Aiden. "Take it down," Aiden was so confused that he wasn't even moving now. "I don't understand why-" "I'm sure Amy must have told you the whole case about Liam and how the offering from the art gallery was fake and planned," Aiden's lip tightened as he sighed softly.

He not only needs physical skill, but skills of the mind to be tactical in battle planning. Humans are known for their higher intelligent. It makes sense since they were created by the Wisdom god. Just like werewolves were created by the Moon goddess. The Druids were created by the Nature goddess, and the Vampires were created by the Sun god. The four races reflect their gods in many ways. For werewolves, it’s our wolf spirit that allows us to shift that connects to the Moon goddess. Speaking of my wolf, Sabrina is finally stirring enough that I think she will want to shift soon. There is a full moon coming up, and full moons are when it’s easiest to shift, especially for a half-breed who al

For all we’d nearly lost again. For all the versions of me that had screamed in the dark and the one who finally screamed back. But far away, beyond the mountains and the fog, something stirred. Something seemed awkward. Because where one Revenant falls, a thousand ghosts remember. And they were beginning to wake.

Not a wolf. A man. Or at least, something that had once been a man. His eyes were hollow, his skin stretched too tightly over his bones. His body moved with an unnatural jerking motion, like a puppet being controlled by unseen strings. And his scent—wrong. Rotten. Not alive, but not fully dead either. Not a werewolf. Something worse. A Revenant. A creature that should not exist. Panic surged through me, but I forced it down. Now wasn’t the time to freeze. Now was the time to fight.

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.”

“Go on—hit me right here! I’m carrying the Rembrandts’ legitimate heir. “If you’ve got the guts, then hit me!”

They resembled humans in form, possessing hands with wicked claws and legs ending in feet, but their features were twisted and grotesque, their eyes burning with a malevolent light. They were not quite human, not quite beast, but something far more terrifying. "You three, stay put," I commanded, my voice calm despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Observe and learn. These creatures are formidable, and their presence here is a sign that something is deeply amiss within the Endless Forest." I rose to my feet, brushing the dirt from my trousers. [Revenant - Level 121] Evil alignment Element- Poison [Born from the ashes of a life cut tragically short, a revenant is a soul consumed by