Novel & Cerita Lol Valoran

If ever there is a man of my dreams, Vincent Valiant is it. I haven't been the best assistant up to this point, but that changes from here on out. Just because I have a masters it doesn't mean I can't kick ass at being his assistant. From this moment on I'll be the best damn assistant Vincent Valiant has ever had. I'll be so fucking great at this job, he'll beg me to stay rather than move to marketing. It's time to shine.

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.

Valor from the house of Caiden suggested. If Kalon's lips weren't press against each other. It's a sure thing that she'd be smirking and shaking her head in disappointment right now. Valor's suggestion reflects his character and the house of Caiden where he came from. He thinks that bloodshed will solve all the problem in this world. His hand always craves for the warmth of blood.

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.

"See, Elena? No one would ever choose a cold, heartless woman like you. Give it up." His certainty churned my stomach. Then, from the back of the hall, a deep voice rang out, "I will." Every head turned. Kael stepped forward, each stride steady and commanding. The strongest warrior of the Black Moon Pack—silent, formidable—now stood at my side, his presence dominating. Victoria's eyes widened in outrage. "Kael, do you even know what you're saying?" "I know exactly what I'm saying. Elena is the purest bloodline of Silver Creek. She deserves protection, not the chains of false morality."

But who would dare call the attention of the King to that? Aldridge stood behind him, arms folded, while a few other top-ranking Lycanis and selected mere werewolf warriors sat scattered around. They had been invited by Aldridge to watch the fight. They were going to need it soon. Lucan was among them. It was finally time to start. Valen entered the arena slowly. His legs felt slightly unsteady, but he held his head high. His dark hair was tied back, his brows furrowed. The pain from earlier hadn’t completely faded, but the herb Lucan gave him dulled it just enough. Just enough to move and survive until he figured out what was going to happen next.

Soft, warm light. Delicious food on the table. And her special drink. No one else was there. Only Valera, me, and my pet cat, Vee. “Thank you for inviting me, Luna,” she said. “I never expected this.” I smiled and pushed the drink toward her. “You deserve it, Valera. You’ve worked so hard.” She hesitated, then picked up the glass. Our fingers brushed. I watched closely. Just one sip. And the problem would be gone.