Anna Valerious Van Helsing Novels & Stories

The burning fires of the crashed dreadnought seemed to freeze in place. Above the central courtyard, the dark storm clouds parted, forming a giant, swirling vortex of sickly violet light. Out of the vortex, a massive, fifty-foot tall holographic projection manifested in the air—a projection of a tall, thin man in ornate golden robes lined with dark-silver runes. His hair was snow-white, his face was cold and angular, and his eyes burned with ancient, terrifying void magic. Primarch Valerius.

He made a gesture, as if to hand the floor over and took a seat in the front row as a short, muscular figure dressed entirely in black rose and nodded in his direction, a dark cloak swinging out behind as Van turned to address the captive audience. Alice Van Helsing was known for her deadly aim. Choosing to fire her steel-tipped wooden stakes through a crossbow, she was quick and lethal. No one knew for sure the number of Vampires she had destroyed in the last century, but estimates put it in the thousands. She was tiny but compact, and with one penetrating glance from dark eyes framed by heavy brows, she had the room silenced.

HAYDEN “Lady Kathalina Orlok was the king and queen’s trusted noble vampire who has been handling resources and keeping the peace between vampires and werewolves. She’s clever, but being betrayed out of greed and jealousy, Lady Kathalina decided to take what’s offered…” Despite the turmoil burning inside Simon, he continued sharing what he could for us to have an idea of what happened to where Roxanne came from.

They looked at the leaders of the great troops and it was Zephyr. “Val… Valeria. They are working for Jason, he will drain up our blood.” Valeria pulled in all her strength and cut her hand with the sword, sprinkling it on the fence of the Pack. The troops started dying before they got to them. They all looked confused and started running backward, but everyone died before they passed for a minute. Everyone within the werewolf Packs that was evil died before Valeria and Caesar died. Their corpses turned to dust immediately. And after an hour, everywhere became still and peaceful.

"The genuine alpha has the power to hear and speak to all lycanthropes in the world through his mind, while others can only communicate with their own pack. Even the genuine alpha's mate doesn't have this power, it seems to be exclusive to him." "When I was getting to the part about the females, Margaret took the book from me," he reports sulking as he remembers. But that was before he knew about his history and before he decided he was going to kill his own kind. And so, like Mary Van Helsing, Occisor Van Helsing is in the process of becoming a traitor to his own people. He doesn't care, he just wants to avenge his mother, his aunt and himself. He now wants to become the thing the wolves, a

"Jack Sterling. My name is Valerius. I am the High Executor of the Fenrir Council's Internal Security Directorate." The name hit Jack like a physical blow. Valerius. A pure-blood Alpha of terrifying, legendary reputation, a name whispered in the darkest corners of the supernatural world. He was Jack's opposite, his ideological rival, the living, breathing embodiment of the Council's iron-fisted, old-world order. "The recent attacks," Jack said, his voice flat and cold, betraying no shock. "The Ghost Divers. The Deep Fangs. The Soul-Eater. They were your doing. A test."

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

fade and not exist at all. But now this is the cost of all that happens in Valhalla. She's difficult to identify. Even if she was reborn, still she was, and they are surrounded by uncertainties. To add, that time when he touches what's not to be touched in the energy plane, his elemental powers had exploded, unintentionally scattering among these human wolves, who in the latter, acknowledge by a prophecy that among them is the goddess in her rebirth form. But which among these elemental wolves is his beloved?

Of course, Granddad was still there, thank goddess he looks the same, and Raeann belatedly realized that she hadn't answered her Grandma's question. "I don't know what I saw." Raeann replied truthfully, "There was a man who wasn't a man, he was a Vampyre, I think, and Isabella, but she didn't act like Izzy, and they were together, that's about it, it was just a flash......" Raeann's voice trailed off as she spotted a familiar figure descending the twisted staircase in the middle of the Academy, Valenar! She watched as every head in the room bowed as he passed them, some even going to their knees in a deep sign of respect. He was just a hairsbreadth away when one of the witches bent low, whis

"That would be… foolish." My breath caught, making my knees nearly gave way. "Who..." My voice shook. "...who are you?" He smiled, slow and cruel, yet devastatingly beautiful. "Valerian." The name crashed into me like ice water. My stomach churned, my lips parted but no sound came out because everyone knew that name. Valerian Draegor? The Blood Prince and leader of the vampires. The eternal figure whispered to have lived for two centuries yet carrying the face of a man barely thirty.