Novel & Cerita Lol Valoran

Their eyes gleamed at each other – one thought running in their minds. “Shall we gather the faithful?” Sonja asked with her darkened voice. Her question was answered with enthusiastic smiles filled with malice that wished to seek vengeance for their motherland. Upon seeing the confirmation she needed, Sonja nodded. “Let us take back the norther skies of the wolven continent.” “Rush vanala,” said Lumeira and the mysterious man in unison. x-x-x-x-x

His voice was low and rich, making her skin tingle. “I'm sorry about what happened earlier,” Valen said as he drew closer to her, closing the gap between them. “I momentarily lost control,” he continued. Let me introduce myself, he said in his husky voice sending chills down her body. “I'm Valen, Vampire Lord of the Eastern Clan.” He said, extending his hands for a handshake, his crimson eyes watching her intently. Ella hesitated, her gaze flicking between his face and his outstretched hand. Her thoughts wandered, Are all vampire lords this powerful, intimidating, and… domineering? She quickly shoved the thought away, shaking her head mentally.

His eyes gleaming like molten lava as he stands impossibly close, hands brushing my waist, voice rasping something sinful in my ear while I’m wearing this exact set of lingerie. My mind short-circuits so violently I actually slap my own cheek. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I hiss at my reflection. Valrik is a vampire lord, makes up one-third of the Triad and is my supposed mate. Not forgetting an arrogant bastard who looks at me like he wants to devour me and throw me off a cliff. I’m not supposed to think about him in lingerie. I’m supposed to hate him, despise him, and wish him a long, painful paper-cut-filled eternity.

Lucian was still breathless when he stepped out of the combat ring. Not from exertion. Not from pain. But from his opponent. From the way Valen's hand had felt in his, warm and electric. From the burning look in his eyes that scorched deeper than any blade. From the unbearable pull—raw and primal—that his wolf felt every time he was near. Valen wasn’t just another recruit. And that terrified him. But terror had no place at Blackmoon. Especially not for someone of his rank.

Valcon spoke almost too cheerfully. Valcon was the eldest technically. He had bright red eyes against his snow white skin. His body a average size but power radiated off it. His lips curled up in a smile revealing his bright white teeth. His power was one of pain and suffering. He could just think of you and cause pain to you no matter where you are. Making him the most feared of them.

During our walk to the living room, one thought runs through my mind. She must be punished. For what? I don't know. But she must be. The chatter in the humongous living room greets my ears before we walk in. I notice Liora tense up beside me, making me turn to see her gulping while glancing around nervously. It's not strange that she'd act like this. We are the Valescas. That name alone can make grown men wet their pants. I've seen it happen more times than I can count.

Their eyes blinked as they looked around and sluggishly retreated. “That’s it then. Well, congratulations to the generous gentleman in blue.…” “Half a million.” A cold voice growled and Lola’s head shot up. The room went so silent a pin drop could be easily heard. Then all hell broke loose. “What!.” “Is he f**king serious?!.” “He’s gone mad!.” The crowd turned in the direction of the voice and tried to have a look at the man in the VIP sector but four huge bodyguards gave them no chance to.

The mention of Valerian's name gave the little group a small discomfort, no matter how best they tried to mask it. Valerian was one of the best and strongest werewolves alive, he is considered in some quarters as a legend. Only he could beat either Alpha Xavier and Alpha Emrys. "I see, please settle in. I had the pleasure of inviting the leaders of the different kingdoms who are part of the alliance." "Oh!" I gave them a second look and started guessing their origin from their outfit and persona. "You are all welcome."

The red-hot metal groaned and buckled outward. It was not Solas melting it. It was something pushing from the inside. The door flew off its hinges with a deafening boom. It slammed into the opposite wall, missing Solas by inches. A small figure stepped out of the steam-filled vault. Valen stood in the hallway. He was holding his wooden blocks in one hand. But he was not a child anymore. His eyes were burning with a terrifying, absolute gold light. The crescent moon birthmark on his chest shone through his shirt like a star. He was floating three inches off the ground.

"Elena… what are you saying? How… how could this be?" Victoria shrieked in horror. "Nonsense! This insane woman is speaking lies!" I ignored them and continued. "Twelve years ago, on that night in the forest, a boy was burned on his chest by Silver Flames protecting me. He bore a crescent-shaped scar." Liam's face went pale; he instinctively pressed his hand to his chest. "That boy was not Jacob," I stepped closer, my voice clear. "He was my mate, Liam. This is a mark etched upon the soul itself. Nothing can erase it."