Winx Riven Novels & Stories

Nature vs nurture and all that. So I broke the attic window, and climbed down the pipes. Then my brain yearned to be in water. Unfortunately, the only way to get to Flower Moon river was to cross the Unclaimed Forest. So I did what I had to do. Who would be in the forest at three in the morning? Right, Werewolves—because like I mentioned it was a full moon.

Although the promise together with his foster figure for his 20th birthday may want to now no longer be fulfilled, the bonds of grasp and servant had been engraved thus. Reaching out and bumping cups gently with Isabella, Raven raised his cup and savoured the high-quality violet-coloured wine. . . BOOK 1 Ends Here…. * * What do you think is gonna happen to Raven?? Is he still safe in the hands of his predators??? Find Out More in the BOOK 2 of the Vampire Harem Series. . . WATCH OUT for the Vampire Harem Series BOOK 2 Title:- RAVEN: A Rare Vampire . . …… THE END

Ayleen and Victor were unconscious during Charlotte’s shift which would explain why they were as clueless as him as to what happened to everyone around them. Now, Charlotte is out there in the woods with not only the werewolves, weretigers and werecats but also the weredragons, vampires and sirens. “So she might be a royal?” Theo asks sceptically. “Yeah...” Azraiel has no idea how to explain it all when he himself can’t understand this. It’s silent for a moment. “We really need to find that Austin Jones aka Richard.” Theo mumbles as he squints his eyes to see if he can see anyone coming near.

Every time Kael got close Riven slowed down or stopped moving. "You are shaking." Riven said with a dirty grin. "Reluctant fighter turned into a desperate top. Beg again. Tell me how bad you need to fill my hole." Kael's hands bruised Riven's hips more. "I need to cum inside you. Please Riven. Let me fill your ass." Riven rode him faster. The mirrors showed every detail. Kael watched himself thrusting up into the undefeated champion. Riven looked powerful on top. His muscles flexed and his cock leaked all over Kael's stomach.

"Not even touching that right now, sunshine." "Ugh." I groaned and flopped back against the bench. “Okay what was that?” Tarin asked, side eying me. “Wolf being cryptic.” “Mine won’t shut up about Tharix’s shoulders. She has a thing for warriors.” I snorted and opened my mouth to reply when suddenly my personal trio of chaos incarnate appeared, Riven, Kael, and Auren, all looking like they’d just won a damn treasure hunt. “Ladies,” Riven said dramatically, bowing low. “Pardon the intrusion. Tarin, we require your assistance immediately.”

The creatures screamed around them. The maze shook violently. And Riven— Riven looked terrified. Not angry. Not cold. Terrified. “Don’t let go,” Lena whispered. His grip tightened painfully. “As if I would.” Another section of floor collapsed beneath him. Jax shouted— “RIVEN!” But Riven ignored everyone. Only looking at Lena. Only holding Lena. And that was the exact moment the others truly understood the rumors were real. Because Riven Cross the most dangerous player in the Aftergame looked more afraid of losing Lena…...than dying himself.

“Rowyn has found her weapon. Keep looking, everyone.” To me, he murmured, “That axe has waited five hundred years. Never chosen anyone. It was waiting for you.” The chill down my spine didn’t go away. He snapped his fingers and the axe disappeared. “Now summon it,” he said. I closed my eyes. Thought of her. Felt her. She appeared in my hand before I opened them. “Your weapon has a name,” he said softly. “Listen.” Silence. A pulse. A whisper. Rivenstar.

And then—faint, above her— “Seraphine!” Her head snapped up. Through the water, muffled and distorted, she heard Riven’s voice. Her heart surged, desperate. She tried to reach upward, but the current bound her waist, pulling her back toward the gate. Her chest thudded painfully with longing. --- Above the surface, Riven fought the lake. He dove again, arms tearing through the icy water, lungs burning with the effort. He couldn’t see her, couldn’t feel her, only the faint pulse of her presence thrumming like a thread in his veins. He clung to it with everything he had.

Blood poured down the challenger’s face, turning the canvas even redder. Elowen couldn’t look away. Every flex of Riven’s powerful back, every precise strike, every controlled breath sent another pulse of unwanted desire through her core. Jaxor was brutal strength, but Riven was refined violence efficient, merciless, and terrifyingly in control even when blood trickled from his own brow.