High Valyrian Book Novels & Stories

Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown Valac casted his eyes off Morgana and looked at the plain white leveled floors which existed above the clouds. "I have a coven and so do you, that was my ambition for meeting up with you" Valac uttered as he walked at the other far edge of the floors. Hilda who was on the opposite corner had a frown on her face as she fixed her ears to the words of both Valac and Morgana. "What about the coven?"

The shuffle of hangers, the low hum of a dusty radio playing soft rock in the background, the occasional exclamation from a customer who’s found a hidden gem. In the back corner, I discover a wooden crate filled with books. My fingers hover over the spines, titles half faded, pages worn. I crouch down and start flipping through them, the paper whispering under my touch. Valerie appears beside me a moment later with a woven basket in one hand and a sequined scarf slung dramatically around her neck. “Any treasure?” she asks, crouching beside me. “Not sure yet,” I murmur, pulling out a leather bound book with a cracked spine. The title is barely legible. Myths of the Forgotten Realms. My breath

‘’I don’t care.’’ I flipped my long wavy chocolate brown hair as I raised my brows while looking at Ismael as he tried to explain how their group is growing now. I know that he is fully aware that he can’t force me to do the things that I am not interested with. He is convincing me to join their group. It’s a group of strong werewolves that dreaming to join the mercenary that serves Alpha pack in the battles, of course my father won’t allow that. I am persistent to say no to him because I am not really into these stuffs. Yes, I admit that I always get involve in troubles but I don’t want to worsen my father’s stress and frustration about me and his work being the Alpha’s right hand.

“Don’t you understand? That book... is a gold mine of knowledge!” “Er...” “That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!” I dropped the book in shock. ________________

Is predominately ruled by a monarchy who is advised by a council of the heads of guild. List Of Characters: Sylvie: Our dashing heroine. Originally from the earth realm. Black hair, blue/purple colored eyes, short and clumsy. Uncommon Mage. Xander: Prince of Everaya. Blonde, brown eyed and infuriatingly handsome. Uncommon Mage Demon Lord: Enslaver of Realms. Enemy of the kingdom of Everaya. Frank: Owner/Manager of Jitter, the café where Sylvie is employed.

No wonder they came up with something new every single day. This neighborhood, I realized, was Valen's infamous red-light district—a cesspool of society's dregs. Good-for-nothings who spent their days drifting from one sleazy joint to another. Whenever they ran out of money, they'd shoot another video. But by the time the truth dawned on me, it was already far too late. Ryuzo and his men used me for three full months. They tried every method they knew, every position, every depraved act—all of it on my body.

Valerius stood in the center of the crimson dust cloud, his chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths, his bare forearms radiating waves of intense, heat-haze energy that melted the frost on the stone steps into clouds of rising steam. He turned his head, his burning crimson eyes locking directly onto Baron Vanehart and Lady Morrigan standing paralyzed on the high dais. "Did you not hear my brother, Vanehart?" Valerius purred, his voice smooth, dark, and laced with a psychotic, terrifying pleasure as he stepped up the stairs toward them. His long, three-inch fangs glistened with venom, catching the bright glare of the sun.

Uncle Jax warns me. After uncle Jax leaves, I continue to read through the strolls, learning more about the vampire prince. Before the lycan king and the vampire king ended the war of the wolves and vampires, Samuel would slather whole packs of Lycans and wolves alone. The more I read about this guy, the more I realize how right uncle Jax is about this guys being a phsyco. He's unstable and unpredictable, but I could definitely use his help. I look over towards the window, seeing that the sun is starting to go down. I frown, seeing that the day is coming to an end, but my sister isn't here yet.

I smiled at him, and he grinned back, walking out of the library and shutting the door behind him as he left. Walking to check each segment of the library and making sure I was the only one inside, I came back to my chair. “Mom, Dad. Just wait, I’m coming for you,” I said, fisting my hands in determination. Sitting on the chair, I reached for my hair, rolling it into a messy bun before commencing. “War strategies and battles of the Shrekers Kingdom,” I read, “These battle strategies have been used by top warlords and if you are reading now, you must have reached a fighting peak. This is why your master’s gave you access to this book, congratulations,”

Einar's body goes rigid, but he still stands firmly in front of me. He straightens his body, releasing his aura in an attempt to suppress me. My horde members stare on in disbelief at our silent battle. Einar's aura coils around me, trying to force submission. I take a deep breath, allowing my aura to run wild. Einar turns pale, staggering ever so slightly. "Valdis was a coward and a liar and under no circumstances will we honor him. Those who choose to do so will follow his fate. Do you understand me?" I seethe.