Alto Valyrio Novels & Stories

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

“You need someone to talk to and I’m here.” “I hate how easily you can read me.” A small smile tugged at my lips. Valtor drew in a long breath before he began, "So, the man was Alaric, my father’s younger brother. He’s always believed he's better suited to be a King. And just like the rogues’ way, power is taken through violence and blood. So he did exactly that," His jaw tightened, “He attacked my castle and killed everyone including my mate who was pregnant with our child at the time.”

Like I wasn’t the king—I was just a hustler playing dirty in a clean suit. And Avery? She helped paint that picture. “I trusted you, Axel,” Altherio said finally, standing. “I handed you my entire network. Men, intel, money—everything we needed to fight Devon. Everything. I watched you build from the ground. I believed you were the future.” He looked me dead in the eye. “And you thanked me by sending the head of my only son back in a box.” “Altherio,” Valerio snapped. “That was never the intention and you know that—”

Really bad. Valkyrie Alice's real name is Prungva, which means; She who misses and loses love. The Valkyrie's weakness lies in their real name, which is why the Valkyries have always kept their ancient name hidden. If Alice really does fall in love with Lancaster, then only a tragic fate awaits them. And it's not just their fate that will end tragically if Vlad finds out the truth. 'Gregs, what's wrong?" I was too deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice that Lana, who had previously chatted with Ella, was now standing beside me.

He says under his breath. The hallways of the Valadin are covered with paintings and portraits of both the old world and the new one they have created. There are multiple pictures of churches and forests that make up the long hallways. The current ruling family of the Valadins each has its own stainless glass picture that makes up the windows. On the way to the king’s room, there are the children of the Valadins. Rory Valadin is the oldest of two. The picture depicts the teenager in black leather armor in the same fashion as the guards of the fort. His hair is brown and half shaved from his head. On the shaved part of his skull is burned like someone dropped a torched upon that one side of h

“Take them down for me.” Along with Lucio’s order, the peerage beside him, Valdis, was the first to rush up toward Tyr. He started by throwing out a punch with his fist wrapped with an overbearing layer of vigorous energy. As one of the Four Great Peerages of the Windsor Family, Valdis’s strength was absolutely not underestimated. “Humph!!!” Tyr, however, coldly snorted and did not have the slightest hints of fear. Tyr also blasted a punch to counterattack. Although he did not have internal strength, his combat power had long reached an astounding level.

Almyra was still thinking about Araya's other Young Master, Valentino Araya which intrigued her greatly. The bastard only wanted to tell a little about his step-brother and this made her even more sure that if one day Valentino Araya showed up, he would definitely be able to beat David.

“ Come back here ! We will clean it later . Now , you should explain the situation . “ said Valeria . “ You really are too found of gossips . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed . “ If the gossip involves the scary billionaire called Damian Wright , who wouldn’t become interested in gossips . You who are a bookworm will never understand what I am talking about . Come on ! Tell me , everything . “ said Valeria . Antonio gulped a little then started to tell Valeria everything . The more Valeria heard , the more interested she became in the subject . “ I can’t believe it . Antonio , you truly hit a jackpot . So tell me , how was his body ? “ said Valeria waiting for some spicy information . “ He has a

The High Council Executioner stood amidst the rotting, petrified fungal stalks of Sector 0.1, looking entirely like a creature from another dimension. His immaculate, high-collared white-and-gold trench coat did not belong in the damp, freezing dark. He did not sink into the mud. He did not shiver. He was Valerius, a Falcon-Class Rank 6, and he carried the lethal, sanitized perfection of the Mid-Aerie down into the graveyard of the world.