High Valyrian Book Novels & Stories

She insisted. Valerian look so happy as he head to the bathroom to take a bath. While waiting for Valerian to come out of the bathroom, she went to the bookshelf and choose something interesting to read then she noticed the book which is the back page is color red. She knows that Valerian loves the color red, she get the book. As she read the title, a grin plastered on her lips. "Oh, what are you reading?"Valerian said as he was drying his hair using the fabric towel.

We approached a big round table, and poof, ten books landed in front of us with a little burst of glowing dust. “OHMYGODS,” I squealed, snatching the top one. The God Killer Heir: Prophecy and Punishment “Dude,” Aster said, flipping through another. “This one’s got entire redacted pages.” Kyren found a map folded inside his. “This mentions a bloodline called Vaeleryn. Unknown origin. Said to carry every gift.” I froze. “That… sounds just like my last name.” Silence. Everyone stared at me.

The collar around Adrian’s neck ignites, runes crawling across the metal like living fire . Adrian gasps, drops hard to one knee, hands clawing at his throat . “Stop it!” I slam both palms against my bars, golden fire exploding outward, but the runes drink it in, glowing brighter, hotter . “Let him go!” Valerius tilts his head, studying me. “Why would I? He’s exactly where he belongs. And so are you.” He steps right up to my cage, close enough I smell old blood and winter on him. “Your blood sings to me,” he says softly. “Royal. Ancient. Powerful. I tasted it on the battlefield. I want more.”

Fenrir let the fabric fall back into place, his attention shifting back toward Rowan and Elias, both of whom held the same look, measured, concerned, though neither of them voiced it. Valeria leaned back slightly, her patience already wearing thin. “So, what the hell is it?” “Princess Aurelia should explain,” the Queen stated, a glimmer of disgust for Valeria's use of language. Valeria did not look satisfied with that answer, though she did not press further, her attention drifting instead as the quiet settled back into the room, broken only by the fire and the faint movement beyond the door. When Aurelia returned, she carried a book that looked as though it had been handled far more than it

I'm just another chapter in this grim tale, doomed to repeat the same tragic ending. "When a High Lord is chosen, a ritual is performed in front of the Cidron, who then grants them a powerful stone," Rhaenan explains, his voice carrying the weight of centuries-old tradition. "In short, the High Lords are keepers of the four corners of Lyria. Each one is powerful on their own, but the stone adds more flare. It was kept under the mansion in a secret library, and Valen visited each year to harness its grace. But then Talerion stole it, melted it, and engraved it with his blood so he could fight useless wars."

Valerie jerked up, and the cup fell from her hand and crashed to the ground. “Are you okay?” I asked as Killian got up and trudged towards her, his face filled with worry. “I… I … yes… no…” Valerie stammered. I could tell from her behavior that she wasn't comfortable with how close the man was to her. I didn’t seem to understand why since the man didn’t look harmful, or was it the story of the lordess that freaked her out? The man smiled and shook his head. “I am a legacy vampire. I can't be killed easily,” the man said.

Immediately, a book materialized out of nowhere and floated in front of Andrew. Valerie's breath nearly stopped as she stared at it. The entire book glowed gold, and the pages slowly turned on their own, as if it were alive. "T-This is insane!" she whispered in awe. Andrew's eyes widened, and he said in shock, "An ancient arcane scripture?" Luther looked surprised. "You've heard of it?"

It's taking me a lot of effort not to scream my lungs out. "Then how the fuck do you explain this?". He reaches into the depths of his pocket and retrieves an expensive, antique pendant with the careful inscription of Tyrion's name. My eyes widen in surprise. "I smell you all over this pendant, Valeria. You still don't know what I'm talking about?".

Lord Vane gasped, stumbling backward as the sheer, suffocating gravity of the High King’s presence crushed against his chest like a falling mountain. "You misunderstand the nature of this realm, parasite," Caelum whispered, his silver-gold eyes burning with lethal, predatory intent. Before Caelum could snap the necks of the envoy's guard, young Prince Valen stepped forward to the very edge of the dais. The six-year-old boy looked down at the terrifying, vampiric warlord with an expression of pure, innocent curiosity. Valen raised his small right hand. He didn't attack. He merely exhaled.

Her dark fur shimmered under the moonlight, and her purple eyes glowed bright. A royal Lycan was something else entirely, and there was no doubt about that. Both girls breathed at the same time. “Wow.” Wow indeed. I knew what a royal Lycan could be, and I had seen Valerius before, fought alongside him, but this was different. There was just something so overwhelmingly beautiful about knowing someone like Kaelis had this gem hidden deep within her. Vayla kept her eyes on us for a second longer, wanting to be seen, and then she sprinted.