Novel & Cerita Alto Valyrio

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

GAVRAEL ~ “Thank you for delivering yourself to me. From what I’ve been told, the mate to the white wolf is the Alpha. I can’t wait to have you strapped down next to her. I finally have something to take me to the highest levels of prestige in the scientific world. Imagine all I could do with your DNA, my name will be in the history books. I will be able to replicate whatever makes you all so special and make an army of your kind from humans, give people powers at will. I will become a goddess on earth, nations all over the world will seek my work, and no one will ever call me weak again.”

The way Valtor gazed at Valeria, his eyes filled with adoration and gratitude, was a far cry from the cold, distant Alpha they had grown accustomed to. After dinner, they strolled through the garden, Valtor proudly showing Valeria the beauty of their home, Karan's gaze lingered unto Valeria, his eyes clouding with a mix of longing and resignation. Valtor's instincts didn't miss the discreet glance, and with a delicate yet possessive gesture, he wrapped his arm around Valeria's waist, marking her as his own. The message was clear: she was off-limits, and any potential suitor should look elsewhere.

“Beta.” I turned to see one of Valeria’s warriors, a tall man with a cold, assessing gaze, standing just a few feet away. He was older, seasoned, and from the look on his face, not particularly thrilled to be addressing me. His name was Alder, and I’d heard enough whispers to know he didn’t trust me. Not in the slightest. “Yes?” I kept my voice steady, calm. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing any of the unease twisting in my gut.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

"You're mine, Wellintine, and you'll soon find out how." Those foolish smiles on his face made me hate him the more, but those abs resting on his flat chest and belly, got me attracted to him. But, I don't like his guts. It's obvious he's not going to treat me well. Grabbing a cup of coffee by the door, he took a sip and returned the cup. "I'm Alpha Drake, the immortal Alpha!" He said, glaring into my eyes. And boom, he left, banging the door behind him.

“He has a very large wound that is going to expand, and if he doesn't—” “Alessandro D'Amato is the Alpha,” Valeria said, and I stopped talking immediately. "He's not just any fool; he's an Alpha, and you can't force him or defy him to stay home while he wages war. That's not something you think can happen. You have to understand that at this point." “But he—”

But as the dawn light hit the blood-stained white stone, the arrival of the Northern messenger turned the morning air from crisp to suffocating. He was a man named Valen, a high-ranking Lycan I remembered from my early days in the North. He stood at the edge of the plateau, his silver-and-grey armour pristine despite the long trek. He didn't kneel. He didn't acknowledge the fallen Alphas or the thousands of pack members who were still reeling from the display of power they had just witnessed. He looked only at me, his eyes a dull, mechanical grey.

“I don’t care how hard it is. I want Elias back. I want Bain’s house burned.” Her father exhaled slowly. “You abandoned that boy. Killed his father. And now you want to use him as a weapon? You disgust me.” “I’ll do what I want,” Valeria hissed. “And you’ll help me. You owe me that much.” But what Valeria didn’t know—what none of them did—was that every village, every hunter, every shepherd, and every wolf-whisperer across the Pyrenees was loyal to Vulture. The moment any stranger so much as coughed, it was whispered across mountaintops.

Faustino replied running a thumb through his jaw relaxing in his leather chair. " We will get even. What are the acquaintance are for? Valerio won't let them breath now." Adraino chuckled darkly knowing well about the man in subject. Valerio Valentine, was the heir of the next notorious familigia in Italy. He was know best for holding grudges, you mess with him and he will not spare you until you take your last breath. Cunning, ruthless, psychopath, sociopath , inhuman whatever the other evil name Valerio owned it all. Valentine's and Pietro's were like a family from generation . They both have each other's back at every situation. Adriano however was not a fan of Valerio Valentine. He just