Gerard Valkyrie Bleach Novels & Stories

Then the glass broke, Alexander felt the shards cut through his skin and get stuck in his flesh but he didn’t flinch…instead the pain helped him to stay clear headed because at some point, all he could see was red. “This…Cullen,” surprisingly his voice still worked, even though he sounded like a man that was about to go on a fucking rampage. “He had blue eyes?” Yuki inhaled deeply, “Yes, he did,” Alexander brought down the phone from his ear and searched for the first picture of Sergio he saw online. He sent the picture to Yuki and heard her gasp from the other line. “Is that him?” “Yes!” Alexander chuckled darkly, his eyes already clouded with blood lust. “Good,” he replied.

"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.

I asked and he shook his head. "I can't heal others. Zephyrine was the only one gifted by the gods to heal others. I only can heal myself." He explained. "Okay, and one more thing..." I started. I only concluded this myself, but... "It seems that there is a vengeance spirit in this village. It resides in this place." I said as Zale slightly heal my wound without me saying anything. “What?! A vengeance spirit? But why?” Neven asked. I shrugged, just because I don’t know either.

I shook my head and prepared myself to be the best fake mate he could ever have. “Well, someone tried to steal my victory, the smell of my mate is none of my concern that time,” I said before biting my lower lip, making them laugh again. “That's silly! No wonder the Alpha King is in a good mood today!” William chuckled so he earned smacks on the head by Arnold and James. We all stopped after hearing the chairs creak a bit when they moved. My eyes stared from the back and saw that Giovanni was approaching us before offering his hands. “Giovanni Malford from the Cloud Pack. A pleasure to meet you again, Valkyrie Behati.” He firmly stated. I was anxious about shaking his hands but decided to do

The High Council Executioner stood amidst the rotting, petrified fungal stalks of Sector 0.1, looking entirely like a creature from another dimension. His immaculate, high-collared white-and-gold trench coat did not belong in the damp, freezing dark. He did not sink into the mud. He did not shiver. He was Valerius, a Falcon-Class Rank 6, and he carried the lethal, sanitized perfection of the Mid-Aerie down into the graveyard of the world.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

And as they fought, they drew strength from one another, pushing forward with unyielding resolve, determined to quell the eclipse of hope and restore light to their world. The battlefield was a canvas of chaos, illuminated by flashes of magic and clashes of steel. Valen, his blade gleaming with an ethereal light, moved with fluid precision. His mastery over the elements allowed him to channel gusts of wind that deflected enemy attacks and propelled him forward with incredible speed. With a powerful swing of his sword, he created a shockwave that sent shockwaves through the enemy ranks, disrupting their formation.

His hands start to sweat and he wants to look behind him, but he can't move. Sterling had immediately looked back, as soon as he heard his father's name, and with narrowed eyes, he looked at the man who couldn't take his eyes off Victor's back. When tears of blood began to run down the stranger's face, Sterling opened his mouth in astonishment. I had never seen someone cry blood. Valkyrie is moved and Baltazar, who finally realizes the mystery, grabs her hand and smiles at her.