Monster Hunter Valstrax Novels & Stories

Twenty years of dying slowly. "Kova," I ask quietly, "is he a monster?" "No." Her answer is immediate and certain. "He's not a monster. He's terrified of becoming one. There's a difference." "Is there?" "Yes. A monster doesn't care who they hurt, doesn't fight their nature, doesn't hate themselves for what they're capable of." She leans forward. "Valerian fights it every day, every hour. That control you see? That coldness? It's not who he is. It's a cage he built to keep the beast locked inside."

They just needed to activate the pill with their aura and apply it to the wounds to bring an instant cooling sensation. In a very short time, the purulent blood from those wounds stopped. As they tended to their injuries, Adrian, Dragon Prince, and Vandala sat with Val and engaged in casual conversation. During the conversation, Val suddenly asked Adrian, "Did you all come here for the monster core of the fox monster?" "Monster core? What's that?" Adrian asked. Dragon Prince's expression turned grim. "Ms. Val, do you really need those monster cores?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of pleading

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

Everyone froze as Valtor’s body began to shift, his muscles rippling and contorting. In seconds, his massive wolf form stood in the middle of the room, his dark fur pricking, his teeth bared in a deadly snarl. The elder nearest to Gaia stumbled back, fear flashing across his face. “Valtor, control yourself!” But Valtor’s wolf advanced, his glowing eyes locked on the elder. A vicious snarl escaped his throat as he lunged forward, stopping inches from the man’s throat. The elder paled, his body trembling as he held up his hands in surrender.

But deep inside my chest, something else answered, something neither of us voiced aloud: Not on your life. For forty minutes, Valentina outlined routes, attack formations, chemical dispersions, and manipulation tactics. She moved hunters like chess pieces. She spoke of death like rearranging furniture. Her plans were monstrous. And I remembered every detail. Because I would destroy every one of them. When she finished, she stood back. “Any questions, my dear?” “Yes,” I said. “One.” She raised a brow. “Ask.” “When does the first strike begin?” “In two days.”

Hands shaking, I cut the zip-ties with the small knife I’d tucked in my boot. She gasped when the plastic snapped. “Sestra—” “Stay down.” I drew the Glock. Peeked around the crate. Valerio stormed through the breach. Black tactical gear. Face carved from stone. He moved like death itself—precise, lethal. Dropped two of Volkov’s men with double-taps before they could react. Volkov retreated. Firing back. Using crates for cover. More of Valerio’s men poured in from the east door.

Makai answered. "Rex, he remembers you, Tristan remembers you! His wolf has been aging the same as yours, but his life, his Spirit is dying like you thought yours was. You were never meant to find him. Vuk wanted you to take your own life so she wouldn't have to honor her promise if you and your mate ever did find each other." Seeing Rex’s wolf raging to the surface, all the wolves took a few steps back. "Where is Jo’s base of operations? Once we know that, we can run a scouting party for Intel only," he asking, looking specifically at his beta.

With a single flick of her wrist, it cuts through the darkness, the air, like bullets - allowing nothing to stand within visual distance of Valerie. Though Fenrir grew livid with the audacity of these mongrels, Jaxson can't transform and leave Valerie vulnerable – not even for a second. But it doesn't matter. Jaxson didn't need to expel his energy in a futile shift, not when he has suffering to inflict of his own. As the battles wages, the Harpies lead warrior strikes a landing right before him, "she will die, before Eldora's suns awaken from their slumber," the Harpy promises, her blue eyes piercing into Valerie.

Nadine was surprised to see a syringe planted in his back. “What did you do to him?!” Nadine asked, pointing her gun at Trent. “That was horse tranquilizer. Enough to knock out four horses. Don't worry, it won't kill him. In fact, it'll only knock him out for a few minutes, but no matter, that's time enough.” Dani said, cracking her knuckles. “Time enough to kill the hunter who has been killing the members of our pack.” Trent said as six of them closed rank on Nadine.

If the steak sent by the kitchen was slightly too tough, he would cut it into tiny pieces himself and feed it to me bite by bite. The nursery was filled with the finest furs and toys, each one hand-picked by him at the market. An Alpha who valued his bloodline more than his life. A mate who treated our unborn pup like a treasure. He wouldn't be keeping a mistress behind my back and planning to kill our hard-won child for her, would he? I took a deep breath, suppressing the rising bile and heartache, and asked tentatively. "Kael, could the Healer be wrong? The life force of our pup felt so strong the last few times we checked."