High Valyrian Book Novels & Stories

"The enemy my father warned me about is here now." Killian was standing next to me, running his fingers along book spines. "The werewolf king of old." His name was Valric. I looked at it. "Have you heard his name?" Killian gave a nod. He whispered it before he disappeared. The Eternal Valric. I shivered when I heard the name. Eternal. As though he had never really gone. I went back to the book and looked over the pages to see if there was anything we could use. I noticed a soiled piece of parchment nestled between the pages. I carefully took it out.

she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book. It...called to her. She sat on the steps, sword now placed across her knees, as she opened the book. The words spilled into her mind like sunflower seeds. Valia Rostrag. A dragon who was incomplete. Hair black as night, kissed with streaks of impossible green, eyes like oceans that could drown a kingdom.

Valerie thanked the man and hugged him afterwards. While she was about to go to bed, she wore the necklace but something extraordinary was happening, rays of light were coming from the ancient book of mystical magic. She took the book out and right there, a set of statements were written down in the book. Valerie panicked and got up… waking everyone up as well.. "Its runes of Honorarium, an ancient Theban alphabet used in explaining deep mysteries'' the wizard revealed as they had all gathered around her to check on her. "Do you know how to read it?" Mason asked curiously

With a deep breath, Valerie lowered herself to her knees, keeping her gaze fixed on Jared as she did. She reached out, gripping his cock once she knelt in front of him and stroked his meaty rod. When she finally dropped her gaze to his hardness, she couldn’t believe how thick and long it was. Definitely longer than Dean’s, if not as thick. Close, but not quite there. Still, it would fill her sex perfectly, she knew, and there was no way he would get her naked and not fuck her. At least, that was her hope.

Yahdira explained. I listened to her every word, yet I felt that something was wrong. My father had a file of the Valereious bloodline, and what about the book given to me and the amulet my mother gave me? None of that made sense. I turned to Yadhira and said, "No, this isn't right. My father had a file with Valerious' name on it. In town, I stumbled into a bookshop, and the lady there gifted me a book and the amulet my mother gave me. It doesn't add up?" I exclaimed.

What use could I possibly have to him? The woman stepped closer, her boots clicking against the floor. “Useful?” she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. “She’s a Valisteen. She’s nothing but trouble, and you know it.” “That’s enough, Lydia,” Dylan said, his tone cold and final. Lydia froze, her expression hardening. She looked at me, her eyes blazing with something between hatred and jealousy. “Fine,” she spat. “But when this blows up in your face, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Valen's strong presence commanded attention as he began to outline their strategy. "Friends," Valen began, his voice steady and commanding, "our path forward is clear. We shall combine Elysia's visions, Finnegan's artifacts, and Elara's ancient library to unveil the truth behind this looming threat. Our unity is our strength, and through each of our unique abilities, we shall decipher the enigma that shrouds our realm." Valeria, her eyes narrowed with caution, raised an objection. "While the plan is promising, we must acknowledge the risks involved. Delving into ancient artifacts and mysterious visions can lead to unforeseen consequences. We tread on dangerous ground."

"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.

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"

"Eliana birthed Valerina, the small beautiful girl with golden eyes and hair... I was the first one to hold her in my hands... I was there with her, that time I didn't know what she has done to Serenity." Robert recalled the memories. "Valerina wasn't human, she inherited all the powers of Eliana... Her little fingers could control the fire even before knowing what fire is... Her laugh could make the life around her bloom... Her cry could make the sky dark... We all know that she is going to be a powerful witch once she grows up but Eliana didn't want that... She was so selfish that she wanted to be the one and only powerful witch in the world... Serenity was already out of her way after tur