A Valiant Life Novels & Stories

Reid warns, jaw tight. Valerie scoffs. “Oh, please. You two deserve each other. Cowards and losers. I told you Reid, that you’ll finally find someone—” “Say one more word,” Reid growls, stepping in front of me, “and I’ll rip your tongue out right here.” He’s not bluffing. I know it. But she doesn’t seem fazeed. Valerie Deveraux is just as fearless as Valen. She cackles mockingly. “Go ahead. Protect her. She’s good at hiding behind people. Bet you don’t even know your daddy’s dying, do you?”

I stopped but still turned my back on her, my gaze fell on Chloe who was one step ahead of me. 'I know Miss Miller is your mate" Val continued which finally made me turn to look at him again. he knows? We've only met once, and I'm still not entirely sure Vhloe is my mate. "You hate Zaya because she was a traitor. Meanwhile, you also know that I hate Rogue and Halflings like your mate," Val looked at me without blinking. All his life Val has always been serious, his dark past has shaped him to be like this. His parents were Rogue, they dumped Val in the forest until he almost died. Finally Val was found and adopted by a couple in Yellowstone Pack who had no children.

I'm sure her female heart would love that, but it's too cruel even for me. Then again, with what's waiting for him, I think he'd be paying his penance for a long time to come. I smiled to myself at the thought of what his life was going to be like once the dust settled. This thing might turn out much better than we'd hoped for. If he's anything like the man I'd built him up to be in my head, then he'd move heaven and earth to stay alive no matter what demons drive him. I get why the kid did what he did, I don't agree, but I get it. For all his reading of Sun Tzu, he doesn't seem to have yet realized that life is the true war, and you should fight to the death to hold onto it.

Still, the sight of her, blood and rain on her brow, blades in hand, moved some current inside him that was not anger. Valentina fought like a woman who had rebuilt herself out of ash. She wove between the estate’s servants and hired killers with a confidence that made the men who came for her hesitate. She did not seek spectacle; she sought function. She killed the lieutenant who would have coordinated reinforcements with a clean shot and a softer blade — a choice that would leave no witnesses for Cruz to manipulate.

Valen growled, pinning the black-haired man who was almost the same size as him by his throat. I moved closer to them, wondering who it could be. I choked on a gasp when I realized the subdued Alpha was Valiant. Valen’s cousin. Possessive energy radiated from him. It couldn’t have been over me. Aw shucks. This explained everything. Relief crashed over me as I realized that Pandia’s golden bracelet had to be from Valiant, not Valen. Yet, she had provoked her own mate. Tsk. Another mate drama. Valiant’s vicious cerulean eyes locked on me, dilating as his wolf simmered at the surface. When he growled at me, Valen retaliated with a single, thunderous growl that made the entire room recoil in fea

Valentina smiled faintly. “You're awake.” “Unfortunately.” She laughed softly. Alessandro reached for her hand. “What are you thinking about?” Valentina hesitated. “My old life.” His fingers tightened around hers. “The one you wanted?” “Yes.” He was quiet. “What was it like?” She smiled. “Boring.” “I don't believe you.” “You should.” She turned onto her side. “I wanted an ordinary life.” Alessandro watched her. “No family politics. No men carrying guns around the house.”

"When you do something wrong, you pay for it. Sign this, and we can still be husband and wife." Someone grabbed my hand, pressed my thumb into the ink pad, and forced it down at the end of the contract. Joy flashed in Vivian's eyes. Matteo took the agreement and left with her. When the door closed, my heart finally died. I struggled to my feet, closed my fist around the broken ruby bracelet, and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years. When the line connected, the other side was silent. Salvatore Valenti, the don of the Valenti family, never needed to raise his voice to stop Chicago’s night in its tracks.

Not yet anyway. --- Years passed and the name Dylan Griffin became more than a whisper, wherever my name was mentioned, fear and forced respect followed. I built my empire from scratch, becoming the leader of the Dark Angels Clan warning the nickname “The Devil" over the years. My main goal is to destroy Ray Valisteen and everyone he holds dear. I turned to look at Liam who was staring at me with an unreadable expression.

Their candor must have been stabbed multiple times before it fell and shattered in the pile of dust. As the shackles were broken and people were helped out of their misery and lead towards freedom, a thought crossed Valentina’s mind. All of this became possible under Arnold’s watch. If it hadn’t been him, she would have never reached this far. Now she owes him her life and will be forever indebted to him. Her courage and confidence emerged out of the shell and straightens her spine. Of all the people in the world, her heart was stolen by a warrior of the hidden tribe. Her father often used to talk about a valiant prince and knights, but none of them could match the light of her Dark Knight.

He knew from the very first moment he smelled her that she was different. Valerie doesn't like to admit it, but she is. Grayson watched her endure so much - too much! He didn't know what made her eyes seem so fierce. Unafraid. Until he did. From having to watch Valak abuse her mother to being wrongfully thrown into a dungeon for so long to surviving on a planet she barely knew. Watching creatures hunt each other, tear each other apart, and kill each other. The Gods weren't fair to her. The creatures on Eldora weren't good to her.