Lol Valoran Novels & Stories

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.

That is what I love about Vivian. Sure she may be a spoilt, shallow, immature woman and yes she may not the brightest bulb but she is everything I want a woman to be. Submissive. Regina has always had too much willpower for my taste. But Vivian has always been easier to manipulate, to command, to control. And that's why she won the right to stand by my side as Luna. Regina can keep being the barbaric warrior she is. She can keep using her strength to bring my pack to it's true glory. She can keep thinking I would crown her as my Luna at the end of the war.

“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.

*** Standing in front of a rocky cliff, Valor opened the little piece of paper I read and quickly burned it. "Did he refuse?" A familiar voice came from behind Valor He knew who it was but he didn't answer. J came to stand beside Valor and said "My offer is still valid, don't you want to think again?" “No,” Valor replied emphatically, “You want Lars Ramos, I will bring him to you. As long as you don't touch Keelin, that's fine. Stop talking about other useless things.” "Okay," J smirked. Lars Ramos was a very special Vampire, a kind J had never seen before, so she yearned to possess him. But he was too stubborn and not easy to trick so things became much more difficult.

He was still smiling at me like I hadn’t nearly scorched the skin off both High Lords in a blaze of panic-induced fire. “Be calm,” he murmured. “I am calm,” I bit out through my teeth—then added silently in my head, I’m going to murder you later. Valen laughed. Loud and unbothered. “Truly entertaining,” Caelora said, strolling into the arena with Lira close behind. “Five stars. I’d pay to see it again.” I narrowed my eyes. “Did you know they were just playing along?” Caelora tilted her head. “Not at first. But then Valen did that ridiculous whiplash shadow move he used to pull during training skirmishes—like, forever ago. Dead giveaway.”

Like a flash, Kael whirls away to the left followed by Valois tossing some seeds into the air and grows it into a huge bag of manchineel sap, instantly burning Valor's face. The air becomes extremely toxified as Valois releases more seeds but out of the blue, Valor is weaved from the attack spot. He vanishes. Alaric. His eyes are glued to the ground as though he's reading the fight from the earth itself. Valor voice thickens as he spits. "I underestimated you!" Smoke emits from his palms, filled with icicles that turns into swords. Ten of them surrounds Valor in a deadly circle, sharpening the air with their glistening edges.

Valen’s deep, mocking voice cut through Lucian’s thoughts. Lucian froze, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as he looked up from the trench. Valen stood at the edge of the pit with his massive arms crossed over his chest, looking down with a cold, predatory amusement. He didn't look tired at all; he looked like a natural part of this harsh landscape.

The Void Seeker champion stood eight feet tall, its form a nightmarish fusion of wolf and shadow that seemed to absorb light from the air around it. Dark tendrils writhed from its body like living smoke, each one tipped with hunger that made my skin crawl with instinctive revulsion. "You smell of stolen power," it said, its voice layered with harmonics that belonged to dozens of different supernatural bloodlines. "Eclipse Covenant, yes, but also traces of others we have consumed. How fitting that you carry fragments of our previous victories."

He just let his guard down. ​"Okay, okay, let's just pretend that I didn't hear those." I told them, and they both got into the car. ​"Nah, there's no thrill now!" Valerian said, and he stayed quiet for the rest of our trip. ​Valerian is literally the carbon copy of Jayce. He's quite bossy and often gets sulky. Valerius, on the other hand, is a jolly kid, and he's very friendly. They even have the same traits as their dads!