Anna Valerious Van Helsing Novels & Stories

Her voice was smooth, mocking, each word dripping with malice. Valeria. The Death Sanguine. Silas immediately stepped in front of me, his large frame shielding me from her predatory gaze. “Step aside, Valeria,” he snarled. “I don’t have time for this.” She smirked, baring gleaming fangs. “Ah, the mighty Alpha. Do you think you can just walk away with her? She belongs to me now.” “Over my dead body.” “If that’s what it takes,” she purred, her voice as icy as the shadows around her.

I have been living amidst the humans for so longs I have forgotten the basic facts about being a werewolf. The darkness is no threat to us, and I am surprised I am clinging to it for some protection, when in truth, I know nothing could protect me from the bloody wrath I smell from these two. The smell of revenge, mixed with that pungent greed for dominance, control. Something the rumored notorious, merciless Alpha brothers are strongly known for. “Think you can hide from us, little flower?” One syllable coming from that voice and I could instantly tell who it was. Hades. Valerian is not really the talking-type, and some referred to him as Hades’ second animalistic side. He’s purely growls an

I could see my breath fogging, but his didn't move. "When I stand near you," he whispered, "the choir shuts up." I didn't know what to say. My brain was a static hum. Nine hundred years. Witches. Damned. This was a psychotic break. It had to be. The stress had finally cracked me open and I was hallucinating a handsome demon in a wet alley. "I have a proposition," he said. "I don't do propositions from strangers in alleys." "My name is Kael Valerius. And you are a Null. The first I've encountered in three centuries. Your blood is a poison to my kind. A beautiful, quiet poison."

He was a vampire, and his needs were only just beginning to announce themselves. His name was Valerian, a name as ancient and commanding as the man. He did not rest on the antiseptic bed, but on a low dark-leather divan, his body a marble study of repose until the last flicker of sun had gone. Anya's breath always caught when he stirred. It was not a start, or a gasp, but an easy movement from statue to living flesh. His cognac-colored, older eyes would fly open, and the broad space would narrow, pulling energy into the vortex of his focus.

She swung the axe toward the chain with as much force as her werewolf strength could muster, but before it could reach her, Anima appeared before her and slammed her right foot into her stomach. Valerie spit out some blood and was sent flying backward. Anima launched toward her again. She grabbed Valerie's face with her left palm and slammed her head into the ground. The ground cracked again, and blood spread across the stones. “You three are connected; your lives, intertwined. I only need one of you to tap into the Herald power—Just—one—of you,” Anima said as she repeatedly smashed Valerie's head into the ground. Valerie's blood splashed onto her face as her gaze grew even more menacing by

His eyes were the color of dried blood—classic Vampire. "Subject 001-Alpha," the vampire said, his voice smooth as silk but cold as the grave. He looked at Caleb, then turned his gaze to Scarlett. A flicker of genuine surprise crossed his ageless face. "And you," he murmured, tilting his head. "You smell like incense and dimensional dust. I haven't seen a Spirit-Weaver in... three thousand years." He bowed, a gesture of mocking politeness. "I am Lord Valerius. Or, as your ship’s computer calls me, Subject 002-Beta. Welcome to my garden."

The werewolf-formed Acanthus lay down on the cold dark floor as he whimpered. Valerian took the opportunity and ran towards Acanthus. Valerian pulled out a dagger and stabbed Acanthus. As Acanthus suffered from the pain, he went back to his human form. "You can never defeat me, Acanthus," Valerian whispered. On the other hand, upon seeing Acanthus lying on the floor, Natasha quickly tried to attack Valerian and obey the order of her father to kill Valerian, but Valerian was quick and was able to stop Natasha by holding both of her arms.

Cameron grinned holding out his offerings. “You eat it. You need the sugar. What was that about?” Rhett asked. “I don’t know,” Jules shook his head slowly. “But that Van Helsing isn’t human. Have you ever heard of a non-human Van Helsing before? It seems… wrong. A bit f-ked up. A supernatural working with humans determined to end supernaturals.” “Really f-ked up,” Casey corrected. “How’d you know?” Rhett leaned against Cameron’s side, seeking the comfort of contact with his mate.

Main Characters: Nora Carver pronunciation: NAWR-ə KAHR-vər Caelum Hawthorne pronunciation: KAL-əm HAW-thawrn Lucien Nerezza pronunciation: LUY-SYEHN neh-RET-tsah Elias Everley pronunciation: ee-LIE-əs EHV-ə-lee Werewolf Staff: Shara Boudin pronunciation: SHAHR-uh boo-dan Mykala Davis pronunciation: MY-kuh-luh DAY-vis Head of House Hawthorne Dominic Voss pronunciation: DAHM-i-nik vawss Caelen Fae pronunciation: kay-lehn FAY Vampire Staff: Headmaster Calvin Arx pronunciation: KAL-vin ɑrks Head of House Nerezza Pamela Batista (not to be confused with the character in Bloodmoon) pronunciation: PAM-ə-lə buh·tee·stuh Tiffany Sprueil pronunciation: TIF-ə-nee sprew-el

Immediately, the two vampires began rubbing their faces into the side of the women’s necks. The third female had bright red hair and soft, angelic features. Valentin’s stomach dropped as he realized it was Zahara. His heart pounded out of his chest. He didn’t know she’d been Renatus’s latest obsession. He thought she was safe, confined to the walls of Aveline’s chambers as her waiting maid.