Alto Valyrio Novels & Stories

“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.

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

“Don’t mind the looks. New faces are rare here.” A man emerged from the doorway, broad-shouldered and tall, his dark skin mapped with pale, thin scars; hair cut close in graying patches. He fiercely dominated the territory, presence unwavering and commanding— an Alpha to the very core. He smiled and offered his hand. “Rune Carver. Welcome to Cincinnati territory. “It’s me Nicolas Valero, Alpha here.” I shook his hand, it was firm without crushing me.

Baltazar catches the cake before it falls to the floor and starts eating with a mischievous smile. Shaking her head, she approaches the young couple and says: - it's the only job the other person has and still complains about. We carry the baby, and they have to spoil us. Nothing more. – she says, putting his arm around the crook of Romeo's arm and taking him to the table. - I have a reserve of type A blood for you. Baltazar bought it for me, but I promised only to drink animal blood until all hybrids were free. - That's why you're always weak. Crazy promise. A pureblood drinking animal blood. – Baltazar says, but Valkyrie ignores him and pours the blood packet into a glass.

VALERIE'S POV It's only been a few days since I found my mate. I should be happy that I found my mate who happens to be the Gamma King. Yet here I am drowning in sorrow. The first friend I ever made... the first person who looked at me as though I wasn't a curse, is out there receiving a judgment that could make her life worse. I was happy for her when Prince Kael saved her from that torture, but his kindness only earned her a place on the King's blacklist.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”