A Forest Of Vanity And Valour Novels & Stories

"And they... It was not so long ago." "I'm so sorry about that." "Yeah, but the living keep on living." I shrug the atmosphere off and smile. The cold pricks my skin again and I shiver. "Can we continue watching Castlevania?" I pick my phone up from the floor. "Yes, we can." He smiles and we continue watching the show. My heart is racing and my head is spinning. My shoulders fold inward instinctively. The vents were still working perfectly and the cold was becoming unbearable. And I decided to—why did I have to wear this stupidly sexy strapless gown?

Gradually I was eaten up by fantasy into the world of mania to do something I would later regret. Because when darkness beguiled me, its intention would always be in the wrongest ways of living, and that obscurity scarred my bruised heart. It made me in anxiety. Now that I'm tired, this is how I'll end up. Forest Survival, the words engraved on a wide and relatively long tree staring at me in front of me now. It's too old. Obviously, it's put there years ago. I am not sure what it meant but, somehow, it told me to move forward. It gives me faith to live. So I didn’t waste a few more seconds.

My hands were roaming across his leg, charmingly suggesting, "The young prince has just saved this maiden's life. This maiden has nothing to return your favor, would offering myself be acceptable?"

With a deep breath, she turned away from the window, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. Her eyes trailed down the driveway, taking in the scene before her. Two men bent dutifully over the hedges, their hands skillfully trimming the verdant foliage into neat, precise shapes. For a fleeting moment, a sense of calm washed over Sophia, a brief respite from the turmoil swirling within her. But that tranquility shattered when her gaze landed on a familiar figure striding purposefully across the garden. Miss Florence. In an instant, Sophia’s expression hardened, her features sharpening to a point reminiscent of glass. Her eyes narrowed, transforming into arrows aimed with deadly precision at

The air was heavy with the scent of burning sage and heavy northern lilies—Valerie’s signature presence. Three High Court judges, clad in their formal crimson robes, stood outside the council chambers, speaking in hushed, urgent tones with Valerie's father, Lord Vance. When they saw Draven approach, their conversation ceased instantly. They bowed, but it was the rigid, perfunctory gesture of men who believed they held the upper hand.

He moved with an ease that bore testament to his inherent prowess as a Lycan prince. The deeper Antonio ventured into the forest, the more enchanting it became. Moonlight filtered down through the lush canopy above, turning ordinary leaves into luminescent emerald disks. The forest seemed to echo his heartbeat, each beat resonating with the eerie serenity of this wild kingdom. Antonio felt the primal call of the woods, a deep connection forged through centuries of his lineage treading these very paths. His breath came out in whirls of mist, dispersing in the chilled air as he charged on.

“I just wish I could do more.” “You are.” We go quiet, watching. Valen pours everything into the Barrier. The orange light glows like lava—or sunlight falling like a waterfall. It’s stunning. He’s stunning. I can’t look away. And I never felt prouder to be called his Mate.

"This... this is brilliant. The balance on this bezel setting is unlike anything Vance Luxury has put out in five years." A small, proud smile touched Valerie's lips. "Because Vance Luxury was leeching off my uncredited scraps, Leo. They've never seen what I can do when I'm free." Hours bled into the evening as Valerie became completely lost in her element, filling page after page with pure, unfiltered genius while Leo assisted her seamlessly. The heavy glass doors suddenly slid open without a sound. A tall, commanding shadow fell over the room. The air instantly grew heavy with the subtle scent of dark cedarwood and cold rain.

The cold walls of the cave glared at me, taunting me with the emptiness; as if saying my life was just an endless void. Valence had imbibed the walls of this cave with magic that tended to bring out a person’s worst fears. I had been here countless times. So, I was able to retain my sanity even with the plaguing thoughts haunting my mind. A normal person could even go crazy. This was the reason Valence insisted on meeting people here. She liked them to be vulnerable. With a soft crackle, she appeared in front of me. She looked as alluring as ever in her perfect get-up; long flowing red gown, heavy makeup, and exquisite hairstyle. If I didn’t know better, I would have mistaken her for a noble

"I am going to bring you Corvus’s head." With a deafening roar, Valen leaped straight off the royal dais into the thick of the enemy, leaving a trail of golden fire and severed bone armor in his wake!