Ali Vali Author Novels & Stories

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.

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.

"She's a tool, Alerion. A very valuable tool with royal blood that certain people will pay handsomely to access. Her personal happiness is secondary to the advantages she can provide." A sharp clatter from outside the door overshadowed his words. Something had been dropped, probably by someone who hadn't expected to hear themselves described as a tool in quite such blunt terms. I was moving toward the door before the sound finished echoing through the hallway. "I'll check on that," I said, but I was already crossing the room. I found Valeria in the hallway, kneeling on the floor surrounded by scattered papers and notebooks. Her research, from the looks of it. Pages covered in her careful han

-------- TO: Mackenzie Marshal FROM: Vincent Valiant I need those Wienhowser copies on my desk in ten. Vincent Valiant CEO of Valiant Industries … My fingers drum lightly on the keys, getting ready to reply, but I'd rather see his face as I drop the stack in front of him. I grab the copies from the corner of my desk, which have been sitting there all morning—I've had the copies done since Wednesday afternoon—and then without looking back cup them in my arm and storm into his office without knocking.

"Crown Prince Valerian? But that was centuries ago. What does he have to do with this?" Varik, smirked. "Your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, Prince Darius, framed his brother Crown prince Valerian for murder and had him banished. Valerian endured terrible torment and disgrace, all because of a crime he did not commit. He lived the rest of his life in exile, stripped of his honor and his rightful place in the kingdom. I am simply taking back what should have been ours." Alaric's face contorted with rage. "You poisoned me, made me impotent, and manipulated my sons for a two millennia-old grudge? This is madness!"

Not yet. "I don’t care what your traditions are," Valen pressed on, his eyes locking onto the gray-haired elder. "If you’re going to stand against the Algoths, you’ll need every sword, every spell, and every bit of strength you can get. Whether it comes from a man or a woman. So, if you want to keep your pride intact more than your lives, by all means, carry on as you have been." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

Ilya pauses as he takes in Valen, who walks down the stairs of the front door, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, dressed in a pair of loose pants and a red-sleeved shirt that has the buttons at the top undone. He looks fine, nothing out of the ordinary, but soldiers are filling a car with suitcases. “Where are you going?” Ilya asks once the alpha stops in front of him, a blank look on his face. “It's boring around here. I'm going on a vacation," Valen beams, seemingly carefree.

“I think I’ve heard it. Just once. A long time ago. My grandmother had a book of forbidden names, I think. Valarieth was listed there, with no context. Just… a god. Lost to time.” Kairis sipped her tea. “Valarieth was not just any god.” All eyes snapped to her. Lucian raised a brow. “You know him?” She didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze remained on the window, as if seeing something they couldn’t. Then she turned slowly. “Valarieth was a god more powerful than the rest. Where most gods were born of others—emanations from Selene, offspring of Amaria, or molded from celestial fragments—Valarieth had no creator. No source. He simply… was.”

I nod without hesitation. I don't regret it. Compared to what Valak did to me, he should count himself lucky. "You chose revenge over saving both Eldora and Earth?" Why does he say it like that? "It wasn't a choice. Valak was a narcissistic bastard, a heartless tyrant!" I'm angry with Elias's accusation. He looks so disappointed. Hopeless. "I did the world a favour by ending his rule," I spit with absolute certainty.

Valerie bowed her head, palmed her face and cried, she didn't even care if anyone was seeing her or taking videos or pictures of her, caring about her image now wasn't top of her list. Valerie sniffed, trying to control her runny nose, “Not only are my family in prison, she also took what belong to Daniel, she took his inheritance. Aliyah is evil. I hate her.” The third minion seated in front of them sighed …. Was it really Aliyah's fault? “I wish her nothing good, I wish her death and bad luck, may her marriage with Mr Romero turn sour, may he see that she is a witch and divorce her.” Valerie said, wiping her face with the back of her hand but more tears kept washing her face.