A Valiant Life Novels & Stories

I snapped. Valen’s smirk widened as he casually adjusted his collar. Were those scratch marks? He leaned in closer, and only then did I catch the underlying scent of a female clinging to his skin—one that wasn't Nyxaria. “I didn’t hide who I was by pretending to be a golden boy,” Valen stated, his eyes cold. “I’ve been ruthless since the first life I took.” “I wasn’t hiding—” “Enough, the both of you!” My father slammed his heavy palm on the desk, instantly commanding the room.

"So, we were wrong about it being Peace... it was actually Life." Phuture stared down at Life's body in the infirmary bed. She rested peacefully asleep with a damaged soul after battling Valeur on the way to her parents. "Valeur's here... she said they encountered him before she arrived." Terrance and Willie Lou were the only two accompanying her in the medical room, a helpless mute of silence spoke loudly in the room. "Life is alive, and she came here to help us leave." Terrance said. "We'll give her time to recover in a healing orb; she'll be fine in about a week..."

Lucas demanded, leaning forward across the table. Val glanced directly at his brother's face. Finn Reyes was infinitely more damaged, fractured, and compromised at his psychological baseline than his own consciousness had ever realized. Val had never once articulated a demand for an upgraded contract, having explicitly informed his network that he harbored zero belief in happily-ever-after parameters, and that zero living alpha could ever match the flawless calibration of the heroes built within his romance manuscripts. But the warrior desperately needed to comprehend that Val truly recognized the genuine entity surviving deep inside his chest, and it was that exact sweet, fiercely protectiv

The crowd of refugees and soldiers parted like a sea. A small figure burst through the line of heavy infantry. "Mama! Papa!" Valen was running toward us. He was wearing an oversized wool tunic, his dark hair a messy tangle. He did not look like a Sky Eater. He did not look like a weapon of mass destruction. He just looked like a five-year-old boy who had been waiting for his parents to come home. I fell to my knees, not caring about the bruising stone. I threw my arms open.

Nilo has yet to even find his mate. Then, his newly marked wife is marching into battle right alongside him. If I were a kinder wife, I would stay. My kindness only goes so far, and the risks of not going far outweighs the inferior risks of going. I'm a warrior. A strong one, only matched by Lachlan himself. Val is powerful and can handle anything that may come our way.

“Just do it. I don’t care anymore.” “Oh, I’m not going to kill you,” Valen said with a cruel smile. “That would be too easy. No, you’re going to live. You’re going to serve the Council as an example to everyone else who dares to defy us. And you’ll spend the rest of your life knowing you failed—your Court, and your people.” He leaned closer. "Failed your mate." I should have attacked him. Should have shifted and torn his throat out. But I couldn't.

Valen listened calmly as her parents exchanged their bitter words against Rhydian. She couldn't tell them about the reason, she didn't include the beast yet, and some other things. "At least, he had enough sense to let you go immediately after seeing that you're a woman. That's the only common sense he had." "Star tried hard to...." Valen blinked in confusion and interrupted her mother. "Wait, do you mean that Star is alive?"

His words cut me deeper than any blade possibly could. I scoffed and said, "I'm selling the last thing that Mom left for me to save Dad's life. Is that really so humiliating? Or perhaps I should behave like you? Should I spend 500,000 dollars just to make another woman happy? Would that paint me as an impressive person?" A steely expression appeared on Julian's face. Rachel hastily approached us and grabbed his arm. Attempting to play mediator, she said, "Calm down, Julian. Cece's probably just pulling your leg."

She was no longer just a girl who had been saved; she was a queen who was fighting back, her power a growing, undeniable force. Valen was a stoic, silent presence, his face a mask of grim determination. He was a Varek soldier in a land of strangers, his loyalty a beacon of unwavering light in the suffocating darkness of the mountains. He was not just fighting for his king; he was fighting for the girl he had failed to protect, a debt of honor that he would repay with his life.

I looked at the absolute love of my life, this isn’t right, fate cannot do this to us, I only just found her, she and Ava only just became my family and now fate wants to take them away? I reflected on her question, it seemed blasphemous for me to think that Ava would not survive, she will have to survive, she has no other choice, death has nothing on her, death has nothing on my little fighter. “She will survive, she is our Ava after all, our strong resilient Ava.” I replied as I enveloped Valentina in my hug. Her body trembled as she cried, she seems small and frail and my hug, I did my best to hold my own tears back in.