Novel & Cerita Alto Valyrio

, with that the man walked out. Christian's breath caught in his throat as he stumbled on nothing. The noise around him dulled as he focused on himself and his tethering sanity. From his younger years he had always heard about the mad man of Valencia, stories that gave children nightmares and kept adults up at night. Nobody wanted to be on that man's hit list. If Alan Poza was after him, Vendetta is after him and he must make a decision before they hit. If only he had given her to Stephan when he asked.

I could see how the words had become twisted over the centuries, and even now I doubted whether or not this version was the truth. Were Lilac and I meant to save the world, or destroy it? “You want answers? There is someone who will have them, but—” Valeria paused, her features wilting. “He is amongst the most dangerous of our kind. Even more dangerous than you, my dear.”

And now, apparently, a threat reborn. “He was supposed to be dead,” Valerio muttered, mostly to himself. “But he’s not,” Sera said quietly. “Which means someone helped him crawl out of whatever grave you left him in.” Valerio turned slowly, his eyes dark, rimmed with old fury. “He trafficked girls like livestock. Burned villages. Took children.” His jaw ticked. “I did what had to be done. I left his corpse in a ravine outside Naples.” Sera rose, walking toward him, bare feet soft on the marble. “Then this isn’t just war. This is personal.”

But I was pretty sure Alpha Ryker would be sending me some choice words right now if I could. “Alpha Victor,” he hissed, “of the Snow Mountain pack, from the Russian Realm.” The thought hit me before I could stop it: would he be my mate? My salvation? My ticket out of here? I looked up. And up and up and up. He was huge, from his height to the breadth of muscles banding his shoulders and neck to the size of his too-white pointed teeth. My throat worked on a swallow. “Hello,” I whispered, my voice sounding tinny to my own ears. Ryker’s nails bit into my back, hard enough to leave marks. I cleared my throat and tried again: “Good evening, Alpha Victor. It is an honour to meet you.”

“I want my own money, I want to earn it myself. It has nothing to do with what you can give me.” “Then why Gianna, of all people you can serve?” They fall silent. I wait for Valeria to say something bad, but in the end, she says, “Why not Gianna? She’s the best person I could hope to serve.” “That’s nonsense,” Ares hisses. I hear a slam, no doubt him slamming his fist on something. Valeria takes a deep breath before saying, “It’s far from bullshit. She’s the kindest woman I have ever met in my life despite being an Alpha Heir.”

Not yet anyway. --- Years passed and the name Dylan Griffin became more than a whisper, wherever my name was mentioned, fear and forced respect followed. I built my empire from scratch, becoming the leader of the Dark Angels Clan warning the nickname “The Devil" over the years. My main goal is to destroy Ray Valisteen and everyone he holds dear. I turned to look at Liam who was staring at me with an unreadable expression.

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