The Revenant Artinya Novels & Stories

- Damon Gilbert Brown, Owner of D&D’s, House address - 13 Brown Estate, Office address - 675 Bayview lane- The message read, I just stared at the information I had in my hands, my lips stretched into a small smile, I phone beeped again and it was another message from him, -Loose my number, our business is done- I swiped away from his message and clicked on my contact, I dailed the number I wanted to call and slowly raised my phone to my ear, “Collin, I need your help,” 5:00pm … Collin parked few meters away from D&D’s, he was seated in the driver’s seat and I was seated just beside him, “Who are we waiting for?!” He asked in a whisper slowly turning to look at me, I gently took my eyes off t

"What was that supposed to mean?" I rolled my eyes. What a dumb ass. "Open your eyes, jock; your girlfriend has been wreaking havoc in school thinking she's the sh!t. She put every girl's self-esteem to a zero and it's about time someone's putting her in her place. Guess what? It's going to be me, the Revenge Artist."

Gods, the screaming. Below me, the earth split and groaned, coughing fire into the air like it had a soul to purge. Shadows moved within the flames—giant, hulking shapes with limbs like serpents and skin made of molten bone. Their eyes glowed blue—no pupils, no mercy—just that dead, ancient blue, like frozen galaxies. Revenants was what they called themselves. They spoke in a language that was foreign but for some reason I understood them perfectly. They were telling me that since I refused to cleanse the world, they’ll do it themselves.

I wasn’t here for his approval. “We need to move a large shipment of weapons across the East Coast,” Antonio said. “The Bratva has the resources. We have the buyers.” “And I assume you’re expecting a smooth transaction?” I arched a brow. Lorenzo chuckled. “Naturally. No unnecessary complications.” I gave him a slow nod, pretending to consider his words. In reality, I had already made up my mind. I would let them think they had the upper hand. I would play their game. But in the end, I would be the one standing when the dust settled.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

she opened the booklet. "One: when you are in a mission and someone calls you to say; "It's raining, don't hang the clothes" it means, mission cancelled, find your way back to the meeting place. Two: when the person says, "it's cloudy, take the clothes inside" it means, there's danger ahead, either we got exposed or a threat is following you. Three: when it says, "the sun is shining, it's so bright outside" it means, there's nothing blocking your way, go ahead.

CASSANDRA I was nervous as I walked to my classroom. Today is our exam, and I'm unlucky because James chose my class. My Art class is second to my last subject, and since morning I've been hyperventilating. I'm glad I found my other exam easy and answered it, but I'm praying for my Art class. Now, I am heading there, and my heart is pounding. I heard that James had already arrived with his assistant. He is busy, but I wondered why James wasted time on this. Maybe they are planning to open an art gallery and are looking for a talented Artist. Sigh.

“And somewhere along the way, you felt. It confuses you, so reason it away. It is uncomfortable, so you block out the hard parts. Distancing yourself does not make your feelings any less real...” From the sands before them, objects came shooting up into the air. Looking up towards the bright blue expanse of the sky, the glare of the sun made it impossible to see. One by one, the revenants landed on the surrounding sands. They did not come in swirls of sand; instead, they stood before the convoy in plain view. It amazed Vescovi at how—ordinary they looked dressed in simple clothing made of cotton and leather. Each held a weapon. Some had swords, others daggers, scythes, and spears with double

Hunter doesn't even flinch at the interaction, instead waiting for his man to reveal its contents. "¿Qué es?" Hunter asks silently so that just his man can hear him. Hunter's man removes the cap and pulls out the painting, stretching it over the desk. I see realization cross his eyes immediately. "La pintura. La Natividad." His man comments, earning Hunter's attention. For the first time since Hunter sat down, his attention no longer seemed to be on the gun before me. I feel my lungs fill with air, not realizing how much I had deprived them.

The alcohol blurred the edges of her consciousness, amplifying her desires and intensifying her hunger for revenge against the memories that haunted her. The stranger, his gazes ablaze with desire and superiority, seemed to take pleasure in Lena’s unfiltered utterances of pleasure and defiance. His name remained a mystery, adding to the elation and the sense of facelessness that fueled their vigorous encounter. Lena’s body replied eagerly to his commanding existence, each touch and thrust torching primal starvation for retribution.