Cat Valentine In Victorious Novels & Stories

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

"Battlefield howls are ten times louder than your voice. What's there to worry about?" Beta Valentine stood on the steps, his temples' silver hair gleaming under the porch light. The wolf-head emblem on his chest faintly shimmered. "Alpha Adelaide, Alpha Bentley would've been proud of your achievements," he said. "Valentine, you make me sound like a veteran wolf returning triumphantly," Adelaide remarked, accepting a cup of wolfsbane tea from him. The cup featured the Frostfang Pack's emblem. "No new battlefronts for the Frostfang Pack?"

Stunned but not destroyed. She was learning. Luther took a step closer. Careful to stay outside the reach of her energy. The bond stirred faintly. A quiet pulse beneath the chaos. It no longer hurt. It steadied him. “I underestimated her,” he said quietly. Liam agreed. Pride threaded through his voice. “She is not fighting to win. She is fighting to claim herself.” Another cursed wolf attacked. Faster than the others. Valentine reacted instantly. Swept her arm in a controlled arc. The silver force caught the wolf midair. Hurled it back into the darkness.

As if taking the next step and getting married to Arthur is the most natural thing to do. But something did happen, Victory wanted to scream at them. I lost my baby and my only connection to Arthur. And now, why marry? The reason for getting married is gone. Why can't they accept that? Kate's words in the restroom echoed loudly in the deep recesses of her mind, "You are a bloody chess piece." After the Bentley arrived at the cathedral, Victory and her entourage were swiftly led to the back of the cathedral into a small room for them to wait before the wedding procession starts.

Valentine says walking to where he was standing, now they face each other, rogers takes a breath before he could answer. “Okay, you can have her” He finally says and walks to the carriage, opens it as everyone looks in disbelief, he turns and looks at ezeliel as he waits for Emma to walk out. “Oh dear, she is indeed a worth millions, just look at her buddy, we are having a princess for a mate” cadis says to Valentine. “Take it easy cadis, we are almost d….” Valentine had barely finished his sentence when another silver arrow hit him so hard and this time, he was hit right in the middle of his chest aiming for his heart, he goes falling to the ground with a loud thud.

Stupid, sexy cult leader. Is this the first step in indoctrinating victims? Stupefy them with the hunky men in this town. I won the lottery having Valentine be my mate on this road to madness. I want to ride him all the way to crazy town. “Ready, baby?” Valentine’s deep voice causes me to peek at him from the corner of my eyes. “For what? Are you going to call forth demons now to transform you into a dog?” “Wolf. No demons, though. Sorry to disappoint."

Valencia shook out her dirty clothes and then lowered her body to the right in front of the maid, "Auntie... don't you realize your place right now! Your life is already in my grasp, but you still dare to give me that baleful look?" Valencia whispered. She grabbed the maid's arms and helped her up, then whispered again, "Do I need to take your life right now!"

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

He tapped my hands around his waist and I released my hold. “Oh no she didn’t” Artemis gazed at us, swiping a finger back and forth, her neck following the motion. “The suspense, right?” The same finger moved to her smiling lips. “Is it killing you? Lots of twists and turns. Who knew you’d end up like this? Mated and marked.” She beamed brighter, glowing in her dominant silver aura that lingered. “Congratulations!” “The apple. You fucked us over with the apple.” Valen retorted between clenched teeth, getting up from the sheepskin rug to stand. The apple was an aphrodisiac setup.

She let the fae power unfurl, her emerald eyes glowing as hunters slowed around her, enchanted against their will. The swamp erupted into chaos. Flames licked the trees as Lucien and Thomas drove back Council soldiers, their ancient strength tearing through bone and flesh. Cassian’s cold voice carried through the din. “I’ll rip your little rebellion apart, Valentine. And I’ll take her as my prize.” Rio’s roar shook the air as he launched himself at him. Their clash was brutal—blades flashing, claws raking. The swamp echoed with the sound of snapping bone and snarled curses.