Winx Riven Novels & Stories

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

He swung the door open, a lazy, relaxed smile on his face as he greeted Willow and Selena who was smiling comfortably at him. ​"Good morning, Alpha," Willow said quickly, holding the massive garment bag tightly in her arms. Even with the light in-law banter they shared, she still instinctively dipped her head in respect. Riven was the most dangerous Alpha in history, and that raw, lethal aura never completely faded, even when he was just waking up. ​"Morning, Willow," Riven drawled, stepping aside to let them in. Elara laughed and rushed forward. The garment bag was immediately abandoned on a nearby chair as Willow threw her arms around Elara's neck, hugging her so tightly she could barely b

"It's... it's lagging. Give me a minute." Nehemiah’s jaw tightened. He saw the weakness. He saw the love. "The Wi-Fi is fine, Rhea," he hissed, his voice so low it was barely a thread of sound. "Hit the button. End this." The air in the ballroom was thick with the scent of lilies and expensive cologne, but all I could smell was the metallic tang of the blood dripping from Finn’s hand. "Not yet," I whispered back, my eyes fixed on Finn. He looked like he was vibrating, his gaze searching mine with a desperate, frantic hunger.

Ana being popular with the humans as a half-breed pop star with connections to higher rank werewolves, especially those on the werewolf council. When Ana is done, her photos and introductions to my brother the king and other people that it benefits her to meet. Although, I can’t deny the possessive joy I feel when sweep my beautiful wolf girl to the dance floor. I know our dance will certainly catch spectator eyes. The single warrior prince dancing with the pretty new singer. Oh, the media hounds will love it.

It wasn’t just alive—it was calm. When I finally sat up, the horizon looked wrong and right all at once. The old citadel was gone, swallowed by vines and roots that glittered faintly with gold. The lake had returned, quiet and wide, its surface reflecting a world that had decided to start over. A few meters away, Riven was already awake. He stood by the water’s edge, the morning light tracing silver across his hair, his reflection joining the ripples that reached for the shore. When he turned, the mark on his wrist shimmered faintly—the same mark that burned through my own skin, the one that bound us to this world.

… Later, as the hall swelled with soft conversation and the low hum of music weaving through the air, Mira drifted toward one of the high-arched windows. Outside, the sky had deepened into a rich shade of indigo, the kind that blurs the edge between night and dream. The moon hung high casting its glow across the polished floors. And there he was… Riven… he stood by the tall window, back turned, bathed in moonlight. The silver in his hair shimmered faintly. He looked almost unreal like a statue carved from ice and shadow. Mira’s breath hitched. She sensed the perfect opportunity. Gathering her courage, she stepped closer, her voice a careful whisper that barely touched the air.

Turns her to stone. Hulio Ripples.

The boat cut through the calm waters, creating a little ripple in its wake as the group ventured deeper into the dense, untamed bush. The light seeped through the thick canopy of leaves overhead, creating dappled shadows that danced across Isabella's face as the sun rose. Xander's attention was on the river ahead, but he couldn't help but look at her. She was stronger than anyone he had ever seen, but there was still a hint of fatigue in her features.

He had seen the pain in Violet’s eyes on that cliff and wanted her to channel her anguish into seeking revenge. There could be no distractions—not even Alex Vanguard. Over the months, Alex had been searching desperately for Violet, sparing no expense to track her down. But Sean had ensured she was untraceable. If Violet hated Alex, there would be no room for reconciliation. And hatred was exactly what Sean wanted her to feel. It would drive her to focus all her energy on destroying the wells.