High Valyrian Book Novels & Stories

The bastard who may or may not have imprinted on Soren without even realizing it. Ilya tsks and goes on his way. Theon steps into the bedroom with a file hanging low in his hand. He shuts the door behind him and advances on the alpha. “You were right about him, Mr. D’Avorin,” Instantly, Valen's eyes glimmer with interest. He presses the burning butt of his cigar into the tray on the table and takes the file from Theon’s stretched-out hand. Valen goes through the file, and a sinister smirk runs across his face while his eyes burn with mischief. "Revenge, huh?”

Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form. Valerius stepped in front of Lyra. His nine tails expanded to their full length, glowing with a violent royal amethyst light. He looked like a god of war carved from starlight. "Stay in the van, Lyra," he said softly. The clingy vulnerability from earlier was gone. This was the man who had conquered three star systems before his twentieth birthday. "Valerius, your runes—they're bleeding!” Lyra screamed. He didn't care. The violet light intensified, the floor beneath him cracked under the weight of his power. He moved.

I whispered. "This is the Codex of the First Dawn," Valerius said quietly, his voice dropping into a solemn, reverent tone that made the air in the small study feel more suffocating than ever. "A text the High Council spent three centuries trying to burn from every library in the territories." He tapped one of his fingers against the glowing silver markings drawn around the stag.

The most powerful alpha in Eldorath wanted to keep me, a weak substitute who brought nothing but lies and complications. “Why?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. My voice sounded small in the grand hall. “Why do you want to keep me?” Valerian leaned back slightly and regarded me with those stormy gray eyes. He did not smile. He never seemed to. “Because I do not undo what has already been done.” The answer landed like a stone in still water. No warmth. No explanation. Just cold finality. I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands. Of course. This was about duty and the sacred bond, not about me. Nothing had ever been about me.

~Caius~ I stared at the crack in the altar, watching the symbols on my hands do this weird pulsing thing. The array was going way harder than any of my calculations predicted and I'd run those numbers at least fifteen times last night instead of sleeping. Valeria's royal bloodline was insane, like off-the-charts insane, strong enough to wake up whatever had been passed out inside this thing for centuries. The probability of this shouldn't even exist. Out of the corner of my eyes, Valeria stood in the center with these golden marks spreading across her cheeks, and she had that expression, the one where she was pretending to be brave but was actually scared shitless underneath.

It's a step up from a mailroom clerk. I reach a hand out, ready to shake his, but am only met with disappointment. Mr. Valiant, a head of dark brown hair cut short to his scalp, half glances in my direction before his attention falls back to the oversized phone as he taps on the surface. The phone and tilt of his head hide his face from my position, but I don't need to see it to visualize his looks. His pure blue eyes soften the powerful jaw and nose that also adorn his face. The man has eyelashes for days. It's impossible to miss his hotness factor.

Like an obedient pup, the older wizard did as he was told, and she dropped a little book into them. "Yaddas kitabi aciqdir," Quinley whispered, and before Valenar's eyes, the tiny book opened. Images sprung up from the pages, memories of his brothers, family photos, his graduation, meeting Raeann, every memory precious to the wizard. All of the photographs that once adorned the walls to his room were right there, floating like a hologram in the air, Valenar's most valuable treasures. He felt his eyes grow teary at her kindness, "How did you...?"

This was bad. “The book,” she muttered, catching Lylah's attention. Lylah fixed her eyes on it and immediately realized that was the book Selene must have been looking for. “I hate to admit it, but I knew you wouldn't be fooled by my trick,” Valoreth said, halting right before Lucas and sighing. “But at least I got what I was looking for—the proof.” Lucas’ gaze didn’t waver.

--- Far away, beyond the mountains, in lands still buried in frost and silence, a figure opened an ancient book inked with star-blood. The final page turned. A name glowed at its center: Aria Vale. Beneath it, one word: Balance. And next to it, something new flickered into being: Ruin. The page turned black. The wind howled.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…