Novel & Cerita Alto Valyrio

I shrugged. “You can always bend the rules,” came a cool voice behind us. We turned. There stood a smirking, half-dressed warrior with battle scars sliced across his chest like a canvas of war stories. His aura screamed Alpha—and he made no effort to hide it. “I’m Valen Anderson. Crystal Blood. You must be the newcomers,” he said, fist-pumping each of us like we were already teammates. Something about him—his cocky tilt, the mischief in his eyes—told me he was dangerous.

Again she slipped out a folded piece of brown paper from her cleavage. I trailed off, looking at the brown flier she held in her hands. Her eyes slowly moving along lines of writing on the front side. I stood immediately, towering over her. “Valerie Mo'monte?” She asked. Indeed it was Valerie’s name on the Track and a good depiction of her face printed onto it. I’ve found it! My heart beat for joy and the pain from the welt on my leg suddenly disappeared. I snatched the Track from Sylria’s hands turning around and examining it. The Alpha Emeral indeed was a twisted and coning man, putting such a huge Bounty on Valerie’s head. This was the case, I was sure she would be in total refuge from pr

I knew about that. "I am asking you, Valto!" He was Valto. Thorin's fiercest warrior. When Alectrona chose him, he immediately chose Valto to be his right hand. "Where is he?" My fury was near to explosion. I knew that I had no chance of surviving this brawny @sshole, but I would not end my life with a good fight.

The stood in a circle around a round stone table and paid their respects to him when he walked into the room with Dathan. "Straight to the point and without delay," he said as soon as he had taken his spot at the top of the table. He stood and leaned in, his hands resting on the flat stone table, supporting the weight he put on it, "What are the suggestions?" "Alpha Ardon Valtor of Elyria is easily triggered," one of them started, drawing Alpha Prince Reyes attention to himself. He traced his fingers along the map which had been laid out on the table and pointed to specific places as he explained their strategies, "We start by attacking small villages close to their borders, with our focus a

Valen thought as he watched Alpha Leo slowly pass out. Valen gently carried him to his room. Alpha Leo is 14 feet tall. He is so heavy that on a normal day Valen would not attempt to lift not even one of his hands up, but look at him using all his energy to lift a heavy duty man. He placed his head on the bed first, then gradually lifted his entire body starting with his arms to the bed. He covered him up with his duvet and regulated the AC to a minimum. He looked at him and smiled saying: "Am sorry my brother, I have to betray you to help those who are helpless. I have to do it for that innocent girl whom you have decided to torture untill she takes her last breath. You are very pathetic a

we can't take the risk of that, but instead, Halvir takes Vallo,'' Gavriel explained again. ''Vallo?!'' Anindira shouted. She didn't understand why Gavriel even brought up Vallo. ''Ahh!... You don't know Dira, we forgot to tell you…'' Hans shouted in response to Anindira's surprise. Vallo is a twenty-year-old *Diamond rank youth from Clan Wolverine. He has liked Lila since two years ago. Unofficially, he asked Lila from Halvir two years ago, when Mischa entrusted the village to Halvir and Ruvi.

The other was not a Zorya lieutenant. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in an impeccably tailored, dark suit that couldn't quite disguise a military bearing. His hair was silver, his face a network of sharp angles and old scars. Anton didn't recognize him, but the chilling sense of absolute authority radiated even from the pixelated image. “That’s not Zorya,” Sabe said, his voice grim. He zoomed in on the man’s lapel. A small, discreet insignia was visible: a stylized eagle’s head superimposed over a globe. “Valkyrie Group.”

"Have you seen it?" The hoarse voice cut through the silence of a dim teahouse in Malora City's darkest corner, a place where information was sold for more than gold. On a scarred wooden table, a small rune projector cast the image of newly arrived data. "The second son of the Bramasta clan, the great Alvareno, is nothing but a rat selling his own clan's artifacts to the Altair family." The man across the table merely grunted, his cunning eyes glinting through a cloud of smoke. The news was spreading faster than a plague.

I whispered softly, pointing down toward the sprawling courtyards below. In the central training ring, Valen—now thirty years old and the supreme Commander of the Sovereign Forces—was conducting the final trials for the new recruits. He stood well over six feet tall, possessing his father’s massive, broad-shouldered frame and intense amber gaze. His dark hair was tied back with a leather strip, and as he demonstrated a sweeping, grounded pivot that deflected three training lances at once, his indigo runes flared with a low, controlled ember that showed absolute mastery over his power.

（Third-person POV.） "Sent where?" Joric's voice trembled, but he fought to keep it steady. "To her mate's pack, of course," Marta replied, like she was talking about the weather. New mate? Joric’s mind went blank. "Who is her new mate?" He heard his own voice as if from a great distance. "The Alpha of Silvermoon," Marta said with a small laugh. "Alpha Torin. It's quite something, isn't it? For Faelan to be claimed by an Alpha that powerful."