The Revenant Novel Novels & Stories

Torches blazed, illuminating the outer gates where shadows moved—thick, unnatural, alive. And then she saw them. Creatures surged from the treeline, their forms grotesque mockeries of wolves. Their eyes glowed crimson, their bodies twisted and elongated as though human and beast had been melted together. Revenants. The first wave slammed against the gates, and the clash of claws on iron reverberated through the night. “Archers!” Varek’s command cut through the din. “Loose!” A volley of flaming arrows arced into the dark, striking revenant flesh. The creatures howled, some collapsing in writhing piles, but others pushed forward undeterred, their strength unnatural.

I pressed my palm against the contract scar where it burned against my wrist, where the silver tendrils pulsed in rhythm with the crimson light, where the Author’s pen hovered over my name waiting for the moment when I would surrender to the ending that had been prepared. “No,” I whispered, and the word was too small, too fragile, too human against the forces that gathered in the chapel’s crimson light. But I said it again, louder, stronger, the voice of the revenant who had crawled from her grave and refused to accept the ending that had been written for her. “No.”

she asked in a businesslike tone. "You know what I want." Jessica stood slowly. "Daniel. Something's wrong with him." Selene's gaze sharpened. "You don't say." "I didn't know he would be like this," Jessica said. "He killed a nurse. He's different. Doesn't even remember his wife and son. I don't even know what he is anymore. Is he a werewolf still? A vampire? A zombie?" "No," Selene said. "He's a revenant."

"You’re alive?" Ezra turned slightly, offering a crooked smile. "Not exactly. But I’m here. For you." The Revenant hissed. "Another ghost. How quaint." But Ezra wasn’t just another ghost. As the Revenant charged, Ezra’s form erupted in radiant energy; light crashing against dark, two impossible forces colliding. Selene stood frozen. Nyx grabbed her arm. "We have to move. Now." "But... " "He’s not here to win. He’s here to buy us time."

“We said the world believed she was dead. But you already doubted that, didn’t you?” “What is this?” Damien demanded, breath ragged. “She calls herself Revenant now,” Rask said. “She’s targeting Luca’s AI infrastructure. Surgical precision. Entire cities blink off the grid before anyone knows she was there.” “Then she’s alive.” The words felt holy in his mouth. “And out of control,” Rask added. “You think she’s fighting for your cause? She’s not. She’s disappeared into the code, Mr. Blackwell. She’s something else now.”

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

When I didn't know what to think I wrote and the writing usually told me what I already knew. I found the page. The question mark. J. Crowe written beneath it. And below that, in the unsteady handwriting I had produced immediately after leaving the tent. He recognized me. I stared at those three words. Then I uncapped my pen and wrote beneath them. *He saw my memories. I saw his. He died. He was reborn. He knows about Damien.* I stopped walking. Sienna stopped beside me. "Ravenna?" I read the last line again.

“Don’t listen to it.” But the whisper was already inside my head, seeping into the cracks of my mind. "You feel it, don’t you? The power beneath your skin? You know what you are becoming." I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head. No. I’m still me. I’m not— A scream tore through the night. Not mine. Outside. Damon cursed. “That came from the woods.” The revenants. They were coming. As if summoned by the sound, the cabin door slammed open. A wave of cold air burst inside, bringing with it the scent of damp earth and something more—something rotting.

At that moment, it seemed to be as if his actions weren't born of revenge, but something else entirely. You don't make your enemies feel loved in revenge. She opened her eyes and was immediately struck by the intensity of his gaze. Those dark gray eyes seemed to draw her in like a magnet. They were dark and deep and mysterious like the night sky. "Why did you do this?" "Wanted you close to me,” he replied and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Wrap your legs around me." Kevin's voice was a sultry whisper as he urged her to wrap her legs around him but seeing her hesitation he slowly pulled her soaking gown up—his touch was soft and patient— exposing her bare thigh and wrapped it

I nearly trip in my hurry, but thankfully make it up. The creatures follow behind, stumbling and crawling up each step, trying to reach their prey. I’m about to turn to the left-wing of the house when another form appears from the shadows, followed by several other revenants. It’s Sahara. The revenants stop in their tracks, their mouths gaping open as bile droops from their grotesque mouths. Moans and groans resound across the hallway; we’re surrounded.