Lol Valoran Novels & Stories

A person in love will never listen to anyone who tries to separate him from the one he likes. " Won't you tell me who she is? I want to to to see with my own eyes if she is worth your liking or not. As an emperor of the Lycan kingdom, your standard for woman has to be extra high ", Rosalina was the perfect sister one could ask for himself. Damian flickered his fingers and looked at her, " You don't have to know her, it's best if she stays. mysterious. I don't want to expose her to the potential dangers. So not even you have to know her ", Damian refused to let her in the highlight.

she insisted, trying to suppress her laughter. "Okay, definitely Davido," he answered, opening a bottle of water. "What about you? Because this relationship might not work depending on your answer," he added, playfully mocking her. "Burna Boy. That's my man," she shrugged. "Your man?" James asked, and she nodded, looking at him through the corner of her eye. "You piss me off sometimes," he commented, making her laugh. "Favorite brand of sneakers?" she continued, looking at her phone.

Savanah punches the wall. The vampire saw how the bricks deformed. “You are not an ordinary human, you are not a wolf, who are you?” Savanah just smirks at him while walking towards him. “You know who I am?” Her aura reflects how angry is her. Black smoke surrounded her. “Are you the Legendary Luna that the oracle said?” It’s Savanah’s time to laugh. “Correct! You finally realize!” Looking at the woman right now is not like the sweet and solemn Savanah. She is full of hatred and wanted a bloodbath.

Valentin was extremely weak and needed the support of Lufian and Drogo to stand. It could be seen how serious his injuries were. When the Robotia Lv 6 self-destructed, he was facing the opponent at zero distance. Fortunately, this was a defective product, so its self-destruction power was reduced. Otherwise, Valentin’s injuries would have been more serious. Lufian and Drogo also suffered backlashes, but compared to Valentin, they were much better. “Drogo, look after Valentin. I’m going to look for Elora. She should still be in some dimension,” Lufian said with blood-red eyes.

“The road answered her because she is Veyr. The blood answered me because I know what her line was made to become.” Karl released Lorelai’s waist. Only to step in front of her. This time she let him, because choosing a shield was not the same as becoming property. Valerian’s gaze slid over Karl with amused contempt. “A wolfless uncle with borrowed authority. How loyal of you to guard what cannot be yours.” The words struck the ward-stones like a thrown blade. Karl’s lips parted. His teeth showed fully now, white and lethal, more wolf than any man at the boundary should have been able to look without a wolf inside him.

Valentino wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and let out a bitter laugh that echoed across the water. “I have every right to do whatever the hell I want with what’s mine!” he shouted back, playing his role perfectly. “I’m a Drakvolk too, whether you like it or not! You can’t just fire me or erase me from existence. You’re all just scared because I’m the only one brave enough to speak the truth.” Vincenzo’s expression hardened. “Your madness gets worse every day. You need serious help, not to be standing here among sane people.”

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.

Words that would give victory to the undefeated queen of war. I'm sorry, Vivian. It was fun while it lasted, but— I can talk to her. I would make sure that Regina continues to stay loyal to you. A humorless laugh left his lips. The bitter sound sent a chill down my spine, and I all but flinched. Look, Vivian. I am her mate, and she didn't even listen to me. What makes you think that she would listen to you? “Because I'm her best friend…” My voice was low, but the confidence in my words caused his lips to draw into a thin line.

“Yes, so I have heard, I believe one of my subjects is under your employ, a Native American, caused a ruckus way back when, ring any bells?” Valaria thought for a second, “Valor?” “That’s the one, I'm going to need him back, he has a lair to run,” the woman grabbed a glass from the rack and poured herself a drink, “Then I will give you what you came for, my title to the Panthers,” Valaria nearly choked on fresh air, “You think I want that? well shit, You can’t have Valor, and I don’t need you, i can find Sarah-Jane by myself,”

Among those smitten by her was none other than the Lycan King of the Vakatow bloodline, a figure of rugged magnificence named Valerian. Valerian, with his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, ruled not only over his kind but also over the hearts of those who followed him. He was a beacon of strength and wisdom, a true embodiment of the royal lycan legacy. Yet, it was Isolde's enchantment that brought him to his knees.