High Valyrian Book Novels & Stories

"Hey Aubrey," said Valerie, "Hey," replied Aubrey, "I am Valerie, I haven't introduced myself to you, I am from Dathomir," said Valerie, "Aubrey, from nowhere," replied Aubrey as she took her hands into her and shook them, Valerie sat on the seat where Aubrey sat, "You should have known some spells, and how to cast them yourself," said Valerie, "Not really, I have not cast any, but I have read ancient books on them," said Aubrey,

The girl threw him a glance before lifting her head at me, standing in all mighty. "A pleasant day to our guest, you are currently at Vandelia Empire where Vandelions reign, and you're at Vandelia Palace to be exact where Vandelia royalties live. I am the only Princess here. You may call me Princess Divine," she tucked her hair on the side of her ears and smiled sweetly. I shivered. Her smile is sweet but her eyes say otherwise. Two male vampires appeared in front too. "Second Prince. Prince Delfin," a guy whose all smiles said.

Valerie sat forward and stared at the book with its navy cover and gold pentacle on the front. “It’s the Grimoire - like the one I had before Elena snatched it from me.” “Your mother’s spell book?” Layla nodded, “Yes. Alexander found the copy, and Amelia can translate it.” “Actually,” I chimed in, “I didn’t find it - Melissa did.” “Who is Melissa?” Valerie turned to me. “My secretary.” I could have bitten my tongue off right then when I realized I was only digging a deeper hole for myself by the glare Valerie gave me.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

He was a vampire, and his needs were only just beginning to announce themselves. His name was Valerian, a name as ancient and commanding as the man. He did not rest on the antiseptic bed, but on a low dark-leather divan, his body a marble study of repose until the last flicker of sun had gone. Anya's breath always caught when he stirred. It was not a start, or a gasp, but an easy movement from statue to living flesh. His cognac-colored, older eyes would fly open, and the broad space would narrow, pulling energy into the vortex of his focus.

Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought she was dead. “Lewis…” she whispered weakly. I felt a flicker of surprise at hearing her voice and turned toward her. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked in my direction. I had always treated her as my cherished jewel, never lifting a finger to harm her. In the past, seeing her in such a pitiful state would have filled me with heartache and rage, ready to avenge her.

But as the dawn light hit the blood-stained white stone, the arrival of the Northern messenger turned the morning air from crisp to suffocating. He was a man named Valen, a high-ranking Lycan I remembered from my early days in the North. He stood at the edge of the plateau, his silver-and-grey armour pristine despite the long trek. He didn't kneel. He didn't acknowledge the fallen Alphas or the thousands of pack members who were still reeling from the display of power they had just witnessed. He looked only at me, his eyes a dull, mechanical grey.

“Of course, I want to. But I don’t have it.” “Uh - then who does?” “Damion.” “Me? What are you talking about? I don’t have any book!” “Oh yes, you do. The Valkyrie Opus has been handed down in your family. It’s been stolen and has traveled back and forth, but it always returns and currently, your family has access to it.” “You mean to say,” says Damion, “that is the book which has instructions about everything.” “Yes. You can give it to Tasha and she will know how to use it.”

Valya raised her hand to her face and touched the scar with her fingers. Ira noted to herself that this was not the first time in recent times. The Oracle smiled sadly, looking into the fire and lost in her own thoughts. The evening filled the cave with summer, night coolness. A restless wind blew all day, creating a feeling of anxiety. Ira sat by the fireplace and read one of Valya's few books. Thin pages, yellowed with time, told the girl about the properties of medicinal herbs, their varieties and places of flowering. Ira did not so much try to remember what she read as understand that what the pages revealed to her was already known to her somewhere deep inside. But the girl could not re

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.