Anna Valerious Van Helsing Novels & Stories

Valerie Volos was a special drayak in the family tree. Her mother is my father's elder sister and got married late but Valerie was born a year before me if I remembered correctly. Valerie had pink hair and green eyes and was a shut in but when it came to romance and travelling she was the king or player one. She was special because she was the first full blooded drayak to born as a pure blooded human but as a protection means her mother bonded to her soul to a demon called 'Voice of the dead'. She hated living with the household like my elder brother so she lived with a human Cole Manchester, a super cute transvestite who was cursed from birth to live for a long time.

“… I now crown you, Alpha Valens Thomas Castillo I, the king of werewolves.” The temple reverberated with applause as the oracle crowned Valens. She placed the crown on his head, took a step back, and curtsied. Applauses followed after that and I was grinning from ear to ear.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

It takes him minutes to make the bone concede, snatching the parasite’s life. A grief filled howl turns my attention to the sweltering border. Val is running through the burning rain. My first thought is that vampires made it past us and raided the packhouse, but I watch her as she makes it through. Her eyes are glued to where Alex stands. He is somber as he carries a body, meeting Val in the middle. Val ignores her melted skin and pulls Thomas into her arms. His limp body leaves little room for hope. Val’s mournful cries turn to apologies before changing to anger. She kisses his cheek before settling her eyes on the nearest vampire. Her face etched with revenge. She runs towards him. Three

He stopped before them, his pale eyes—a colour like winter mist—sweeping over Luna with an assessment that felt less personal and more taxonomic. “Dr. Hartley,” he said. His voice was smooth, cultured, and carried the faint chill of a tomb. “A pleasure to witness your arrival. I am Lord Valerius.” He did not extend a hand. “Your work at Kronos has been… illuminating. As has your association with Mr. Blackwood.” His gaze flicked to Dante, acknowledging him as one would a dangerous, well-trained beast. “The whispers from the north spoke of a girl with silver in her veins and winter in her eyes. They did not do you justice. The Wolf stirs with more… precision than we anticipated.”

"My Dearest Daughter, Should you be reading this, it is because I have failed you, and your mother and I are no longer with you. There are many things that I wish I had told you, yet the Goddess has chosen you to take this path alone. Alassandra, I fear that if you received this letter, it was accompanied by the book. That book is a curse, one I tried to protect you from. This curse was bestowed upon you before you were even thought of. It would be best to keep it safe and hidden, for it can be used against you in the wrong hands. There are many people who wish you were dead, but you have the power within you to defeat them. There is, however, a curse attached to this power. Long ago, a grou

"Valerius the First? History says he died during the Great Sundering. He was buried in the White Mountains." "History was written by the people who wanted us to stay asleep," Kaelen said, sliding a charcoal sketch of the crystal sarcophagus across the table. "He’s alive. Or at least, he’s a living conduit. He’s been feeding on the North for a century. And he’s awake." The room went deathly silent. Damon stared at the sketch, his jaw tightening until the muscles in his neck strained. Vincent’s shadows surged instinctively, darkening the corners of the room.

Annette frowned "V– Victor? That can't be true!?" Hannah glared at her, the honey syrup expression she always has on washed away and a new demon is revealed to her, that face even made Skyler take a step back. "Oh my dear young vampire, it is I, me, its the very being of myself they wanted to hide from the world! I am Hannah Vladimir Dracul, and Victor was my innocent younger brother!"

I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that. "Normal vampires yes but not me." I frowned. "Why not you?" He sighed. "I know you may have a lot of questions at the moment but it's best for you to go back to sleep. It's one in the morning." "You drag me all the way out here and show me that supernaturals exist just to tell me to go back to bed?" "I dragged you here to finally make you believe me. The sooner you start your duties as a chosen one the better. You've already been attacked once by a shapeshifter. We are running out of time." Attacked? Shapeshifter? What is he talking about?

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.