Grand Master Varka Novels & Stories

I murmured, turning to walk up the stairs where the sound had come from. But the succubus wanted a fight. I felt her presence even before she reached me. I stretched out my hand to brandish her in place before turning to face her. "You're stubborn aren't you? You still need special lessons from Lucifer. When you get to hell, tell him I banished you". Her eyes widened as realisation dawned on her. "N-no…". She began struggling against my hold. With a wide grin on my face, I uttered the words; "Xe tappilv haf za qa kitc za mydd (I command you to go back to hell)".

I look at him in confusion before lifting my eyes to Finn and asking, “Benjamin, what?” “I, Benjamin Creighton, warrior of the βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) kingdom, pledge my full loyalty to Emma Mason Princess and future Queen of the βρυκόλακας (Vrykolakas) kingdom. I pledge to serve, protect, and defend you to the best of my abilities, and I will willingly follow any orders given by you and only you. I pledge to willingly give my life to save yours.”

Hoping she could tell him something at least. Although he could tell that Valeria was not like Victoria or Lindsey. She was a fragile human being. As expected, Valeria had no idea. Valeria shook her head and narrowed her gaze again. "My name is Winston Hound. I am the vampire Master from Rome. And I am the man you are fated with. I am your mate." Said the vampire master standing in front of Valeria. Valeria's eyes widened as she looked at the man standing in front of her. She was staring into his eyes while breathing heavily. She never expected to be with a vampire master. But she was somewhat happy knowing that her mate was a vampire master. That too a man who looked like a Greek God. Looki

I said and laughed. "Master, if you said that to Seya, he will always be clingy to you," she said. I look at the one who spoke. He is carrying a portion of food and smiling. "Sorry for my rudeness, I am Varhyl, a dominant Omega and your chef," he said, giving me a shock.

It is custom for servants and slaves to study the histories, languages, and practices that will make them most helpful to their new masters. Learning about humans was the first time I saw a being who looked like me. People without horns, claws, fangs, and other demonic markers that made them favorable. Upset as I was at first, I was relieved that I could no longer be fed from. Vlademyre insisting that I could not be bitten, which upset Daddy and his Generals because I could no longer serve my purpose in healing them. It seemed like the only thing Daddy and Vlademyre agreed on was that I was never allowed to me alone with a man. Not even my brothers. This was a rule for all of his daughters t

"And where is this Varick now?" "He is hiding in the border caves, Master," Somad replied, his eyes gleaming with malice. "But he knows he cannot survive alone. So, he wants to be on your side and to show his sincerity and prove that he is a loyal ally, he has sent his only daughter over to be the master's loyal slave” “What do you mean by sending his daughter over?” Lihont frowned, as the phrase carried a weight he wasn't quite expecting. "A peace offering? Or a spy?"

"A year ago, half these kids were bound for the sulfur pits." "And now they own the mountain," I said, feeling a quiet, fierce warmth swell in my chest—not the burning, unstable heat of the Reliquary days, but a steady, deep-rooted fire that belonged to this hall, these people, and this land. We reached the high table at the front of the hall, where Elder Varik—a grizzled former pack leader whose silver beard reached his belt— stood up to pour two heavy horn cups of dark northern ale.

Snickering, Xinya picked up an old looking laptop from that box, she clicked shut down on the box and watched as the contraption went back to it's pre opening position, it was as if no one had ever been there before. Xinya carried the system with her an returned to her bed, she switched it on and to her surprise, there were countless notifications, missions and assignments were aplenty as well as personal messages questioning her sudden disappearance from the circle. She smiled. Starlight, Young Master of the hacker world, and a figure that could oh so easily, and with a single movement turn the entire hacker circle into a chaotic place. She chuckled, scrolling through the messages and allia

"I am Lord Varak, Elder of the High Court. We are gathered here today to address an unprecedented crisis of state." Varak turned his one good eye toward me. I felt the physical scrape of his gaze, assessing, judging, discarding. Like an inconvenience. I felt it. You would too. "It is no longer news to this assembly," Varak continued, his lip curling in unmistakable disgust, "that the female standing before us, and the infant she clutches, possess no Lycanthropic aura. She is a dormant. Used as a breeder for the Frostbane Pack, discarded for her failures, and sold as a common slave in a public square. She is entirely wolfless. Both she, and her pup, are utterly useless to our society, and—"

He staggered, his shard flickering, but his sneer stayed, chilling me. Jace darted in, his blade slicing a drone trap, sparks flying. “He’s too strong!” he yelled, his shoulder bleeding. Dax snorted, slamming a guard into the wall. “Not for long!” he growled, guarding Lana’s flank. My heart raced—Varkis was weakening, but Rhea’s absence and her warning gnawed at me. Who was the true master? Then Varkis bolted, slipping through a collapsing archway, the shard still in his grip. “This isn’t over!” he roared, his voice echoing, a promise to end us next time.