Henry Stickmin: Valiant Hero Novels & Stories

I shrugged. “You can always bend the rules,” came a cool voice behind us. We turned. There stood a smirking, half-dressed warrior with battle scars sliced across his chest like a canvas of war stories. His aura screamed Alpha—and he made no effort to hide it. “I’m Valen Anderson. Crystal Blood. You must be the newcomers,” he said, fist-pumping each of us like we were already teammates. Something about him—his cocky tilt, the mischief in his eyes—told me he was dangerous.

Ryan chuckles. Ryan tells me “ Fill our brother mate in. I’ll grab us some food.” We have done this before so I took a seat. “ Hi, King Luther.” came a tiny voice from my side. I look down and see Timmy. He is a three year old that belonged to one of Ryan’s warriors. Before I can respond to him he turns to Valerose. “ Hi, King. Vampire.” he said. I couldn’t help but laugh. Valerose did too. Val holds out his hand for Timmy. “ You can just call me , Val,” he said. Timmy stood a little taller and shook Val’s hand.” You can call me Timmy.” said in his best attempt to sound like a grown up.

He was slim, but defined, saying he took good care of his body. “My names Valen. Well, if I’m honest my name is Valentine, my mom had a funny sense of humor, but everyone calls me Valen. I’d ask you your name, but I doubt you’d be able to tell me, so instead maybe I can give you one?” He chuckled when I nodded my head slowly, before resting my chin back on top of my crossed paws. Valen, my mates name was Valentine. It seemed to fit him.

I threw three quick punches towards him, determined to prove I was strong enough. “I think you can,” Valentin sounded like he hadn’t even shed a beat of sweat yet. “But not at this stance.” I threw another punch. “I think you underestimate me,” I said. I bought my leg high to try and kick him in the chest. Valentin wrapped his hand around my ankle. He smirked at me, dimpling his right cheek. “I think you underestimate a High Alpha,” he said. He twisted my foot, causing me to lose my balance and stumble.

he said, rolling his sleeves, “but I’m not powerless.” Valen and Amanda faced each other. Amanda’s stance dropped low and balanced. Valen’s was steady, weight centered. The silence that followed was heavy as Henry stood watching them both. Valen shot forward with surprising speed for his age, a clean strike aimed at Amanda’s midsection. She sidestepped, parried, and countered with a spinning kick that grazed his arm. He blocked, shifted, and came again, each movement sharp and fluid. Amanda blocked high, ducked low, swept her leg to trip him, but Valen jumped back. The motion was fast, their boots scuffing against the floor as they exchanged blows, controlled yet fierce.