High Valyrian Book Novels & Stories

"I am going to bring you Corvus’s head." With a deafening roar, Valen leaped straight off the royal dais into the thick of the enemy, leaving a trail of golden fire and severed bone armor in his wake!

Her piercing blue eyes were gazing into Dylan's. Valerie splutters once again. She coughs violently in Jaxson's arms, taking back the Harpies attention. Their noses rise, sniffing the air around her. The evil magic running through her veins causes them to freeze. The torment of the magic that clings to her is disturbing "die!" The Harpies have never felt such evil in one creatures magic before. It is an anomaly that doesn't belong to their world. Maybe it was fear controlling their actions, but the stubborn creatures were ready to kill it.

A lone tear tipped over my eyelid, trailing down to the tip of my nose before falling. I did this. Why was Valen the one dying when this was my fault? “I’m trying.” Marlena sighed and lowered her eyes to the pages of the large spellbook in front of her. “But this isn’t easy. For now, he’s caught between this world and the next, and we’ve done all we could.”

She gulped. Soon his tall height towered over her, making her feel small and vulnerable once again. Emma's breath caught in her throat as she felt his presence envelop her, his torso now pressing firmly against her back. He slowly moved his hands up her arms, softly tracing her curves and in mere seconds, his lips were on her collarbone. 'You look ravishing,' Kevin whispered, his voice a deep, velvety rumble.

MAERWYNN POV Baelorin’s grip on me tightened again, my arms still bound behind my back. I tried to call on the Aether, tried to summon even a flicker—but nothing answered. No light. No warmth. Just fear. Just the seething, hissing broth below. My gaze snapped to Valen—his chest rising, his hands trembling at his sides. His whole world hung by a thread. “Let her go,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “Let her go, and let us reason. As we once did. As brothers.”

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

Gasps stirred the balconies above. “Impossible—” “She should be dead—” “The Burned Vale—wasn’t it—” Their whispers curled around me like smoke. I smiled. The Blood Priest raised the brand. I didn’t flinch. “Valkhara,” I said before he could speak. “Of the Burned Vale. Last of the Emberborn.” The magic in the arena pulsed. A visible ripple cracked through the ground beneath my feet, fine lines of glowing red bleeding across the runes like veins lighting up.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

It glowed faintly from within. The Origin Book grew warm once again. Valerie understood immediately. This was the destination shown on the map. She reached forward carefully. The instant her fingers touched the crystal, the world dissolved around her. She did not lose consciousness. Instead, memories unfolded with astonishing clarity. She witnessed the final days of the first Vane. He did not die believing his brother hated him. He died believing reconciliation remained possible. Only after his death did the younger brother seize control of the Blood Oath. Valerie watched him rewrite ancient records.

He inhaled sharply, committing the scent of her skin to his ancient memory ledger. "You're burning," Valarian whispered, his gravelly baritone rough, completely broken by the sheer intoxicating weight of her presence. His hands slid up her ribs, his thumbs tracing the soft line of her jaw, forcing her to look up into his silver eyes. In the dim torchlight, his irises were no longer a calm, cool metal—they had darkened into a deep, consuming obsidian, flashing with a volatile, predatory light. "I told myself a hundred times that I would keep away. I told myself I would protect you from what I am. But you... you're a fire, Kiarra. And I am completely done trying to survive the winter without y