Lol Valoran Novels & Stories

*** 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.”

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.

I begged, my voice cracking with desperation, but they kept dragging me away—from the very moment that could change my life forever. “Please… let me go, let—” The words died in my throat. The doors to the pack house creaked open, and everyone turned toward them. My heart thundered against my ribs and my breathing restless from struggling as my gaze locked onto the figure standing under the moonlight. Torian Valon. The future Alpha of the Crimson Blood Pack. And then his eyes found mine. A chill rushed down my spine as his words. “Mate.”

“You shall all remain unspoiled. Come aboard my flagship, Admiral. Unarmed. We will discuss further details on the planet below.” ~ Valos and what remained of his ships ported back to the main fleet. His face was grim and hard, having lost too much in that fight. He knew how much of a risk he was taking, but was incredibly confident of his own victory. In fact, this was the first time in a very long time that he had lost. He had been a pro strategy gamer back in his old life on Earth and won a ton of championships. How he lost this one was completely out of the blue!

we can't take the risk of that, but instead, Halvir takes Vallo,'' Gavriel explained again. ''Vallo?!'' Anindira shouted. She didn't understand why Gavriel even brought up Vallo. ''Ahh!... You don't know Dira, we forgot to tell you…'' Hans shouted in response to Anindira's surprise. Vallo is a twenty-year-old *Diamond rank youth from Clan Wolverine. He has liked Lila since two years ago. Unofficially, he asked Lila from Halvir two years ago, when Mischa entrusted the village to Halvir and Ruvi.

And yet, despite how exhausted I felt, I suddenly enjoyed the fact that he looked far more unsettled than I did. “That bad?” I asked softly. His jaw tightened immediately. I could practically hear the restraint cracking inside him. “You should be careful, Liora.” “Why? Because the mighty Alpha Kael Vorthrane finally got overwhelmed?” I tilted my head slightly. His expression darkened dangerously but I continued anyway. “You looked terrified. I almost felt bad for you” I murmured. “I was not terrified.” “You looked terrified.” “I was controlling myself.” I laughed quietly and the sound clearly irritated him further.

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.

"But it's heavily guarded, and the weapons are silver-treated. You'd need a significant distraction to get close." We spent the next two hours going over every detail I could remember. Darius asked precise questions, made careful notes, and gradually built a comprehensive picture of Blackmoor's vulnerabilities. "This is excellent," he said finally, sitting back in his chair. "But I have to ask—are you certain you want to do this? Once we move against Kael, there's no going back. You'll be branded a traitor to your former pack." "I was already branded a traitor," I said quietly. "The only difference is that this time, I'll have earned it."

"Damn, is he the only famous person I don't know?" ​From the beginning, Valerian had a hard time overshadowing the guy. Even with his connections, it still wasn't enough. Months passed, and that arrogant guy remained in Rank 1, but he never gave up. He wouldn't let a junior treat him like that; he's also arrogant.