Monster Hunter Valstrax Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Ben shrieked and scrambled over the center console, practically landing in Mom's lap. "Hey!" Dad shouted, turning around in the driver's seat. "Watch the upholstery!" "Your pet accountant has lost his leash," Valerius growled, his eyes burning with a sadistic delight. He flexed his claws. Snikt. Three-inch blades of bone and metal extended from his fingertips. "For three days, I have worn this collar. For three days, you have treated the Apex Predator of the North like a house cat."

You have given him the key to destroying us all, and he is a tyrant. With an unwavering grin, Valen shrugged. "Perhaps. But when the dust settles, at least I'll be on the correct side of history. His claws slashed through the air as he suddenly pounced at me. I rolled sideways and jumped back up just in time to avoid it. He moved in an unusual way, as if he had been augmented, and he was quicker than I had recalled. "Valen, what did he give you?" I circled him, growling. Why would you betray your pack? Your household?

His cold eyes tracked every movement—the pack, the Shadow Fang, the glowing doorway of the pack house. He was studying them. Learning. Waiting. One of his hunters rushed to his side. “Commander, the beast is resisting containment!” Valric didn’t look at him. “I can see that.” Another roar echoed as the Shadow Fang tore through another line of hunters. Valric’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Interesting…” His eyes flicked toward the pack house again. “The heir strengthens it.” Then his expression hardened. “Then we remove the source.” Inside the pack house, Aira gasped as another wave of pain hit her.

At the center of the battlefield, the massive seven-foot shadow warrior raised its dark ice halberd, charging directly toward Valen with terrifying speed! "Your sun-fire cannot melt the black ice of the void, Alpha!" the monster rasped, swinging its massive halberd downward with enough force to split a mountain! CRASH! Valen caught the heavy black halberd blade directly on the flat of his broadsword! The violent impact sent a shockwave through the ice, cracking the canyon floor beneath their feet. Valen’s black eyes locked onto the monster's glowing crimson gaze. His muscles bulged under his leather armor as he slowly forced the giant halberd upward, ignoring the icy black frost creeping up

The Monster’s Blood The throne room doors slammed open. Smoke spilled in first. Then came the figure—tall, cloaked in black, blood red armor glinting beneath fur-lined shoulders. His eyes glowed the same color as the fire Elira had just unleashed—gold licked with crimson. Not just power. Ancient. Twisted. Hybrid. Valen. But he wasn’t the man she’d met in the dark council chamber. Not anymore. This version had fangs.

The air softens and people start moving again and organizing. When the crowd thins, only a few remain—Kael, Roman, Zeke, me… and one man I haven’t seen before. He’s tall. Too tall, honestly. His eyes are a beautiful violet shade, his skin pale but not sickly. There’s something quietly dangerous about him, like the air freezes a little when he moves. Kael gestures toward him. “This is Valen Cross,” he says. “General of the vampire fighters.” Vampire. He's a vampire. He's...just what I imagined a vampire to look like. Sinfully beautiful, but dark and...cold.

It touched it's fingers towards the surface while the ogre treaded towards it. It turned to the ogre with a cunning smirk shown beneath the jet black hood. "Go on, show me what you can do." It said, taunting the ogre. Then, with a loud, earthquaking deep groan, the ground vibrated, and the portal glowed a red light before it closed down completely. *** Valheiter A red current coursed through the dark, adamantite body of Valheiter, waking him up from his slumber. His eyes split open, revealing a reptilian, dark Ruby colored eyeballs.

I feel Veyr, he doesn’t surface often but he has been coming forward more in the past few years since I’ve started hunter training with Raven. When my mouth opens to speak, I’m jolted when I realize it is my wolf who intends to answer her. “Yes, young huntress. I am still with my human.” He doesn’t retreat to the depths of our mind space like he usually does. Usually, he comes forward only to look for a few brief moments or give me his very short opinion. He is obviously more intrigued with her than I realized. “I knew it!” She yells. “Damn, Raven, that was my ear.” Jackson teases her.