Monster Hunter Valstrax Novels & Stories

His alabaster skin caused his caramel eyes to stand out. ‘My name is Valis, and I am on your side, Moon Child. The vampires are here to help protect you. Mystra, the dragon, is also on your side. Please inform your people because we mean your pack no harm. We pledge ourselves to you.’ The voice had an accent that I could not place. I looked at Bandore again so that he would not catch onto the interaction between Valis and me.

I humph in annoyance when Valen smirks, finally moving his eyes from my face to my feet. “No, you have to balance your weight and lightly walk. Not barrel through the snow like a feral Therion.” He chuckles, amusement heavy in his voice, then frowns down at the dust and snow on his outfit and tries to brush them away. “A what?” I wrinkle my nose at the name Valen just used, then make a mental note to sit him down and ask him all the questions I have about being an Umbra Hunter. I know he’ll answer them and possibly give me the information I need. Valen laughs, and I scowl at him.

Ryker huddled behind a rusted crate, clutching the flash drive as if it were his lifeline. “Keep moving!” Damien ordered. Aurora grabbed Ryker’s arm, pulling him toward an old conveyor belt that led to the upper level. Below, more of Victoria’s operatives poured in, unleashing a hail of bullets. Metal sparked, dust rained down, and the factory trembled with the violence of battle. From his rooftop perch, Valkyr smirked. “They’re putting up a fight.” His lieutenant spoke again. “Do we intervene?” Valkyr adjusted his aim, lining up Damien in his crosshairs. He exhaled, finger tightening on the trigger—

He pulls his knife from his pocket and holds it to her neck. "Or you won't. It's not like they'll believe you anyways. They respect me. I'm the ALPHA!" He shouted as the fear broke through the cracks of his serious facade. Valerie’s eyes flickered, causing fear to build in Raymon. He hadn’t seen Valerie’s wolf break through since she was 13. "I know you are trembling with fear inside right now. You know they don

Valeria stared out the window, praying silently that her daughter was still alive. When they arrived, the area was silent except for the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The warehouse loomed ahead, its metal doors rusted, its windows dark. Ares turned to Valeria. “Stay in the car.” “No,” she said firmly. “I’m going in.” He met her gaze, saw the fear and fire in her eyes, and nodded. “Then stay behind me.” Max pulled a small pistol from his jacket. “Let’s finish this.” They moved quietly through the warehouse, shadows stretching under the dim light. Voices echoed from somewhere ahead, Damien’s men. Valeria’s heart pounded as they crept closer until she finally heard it, the soft

Lawrence’s voice trembled, stripped of all military command. I dropped to my knees on the bear‑skin rug before the cold hearth. With shaking fingers, I tore away the crimson silk and velvet covering my son. What I saw froze my blood. Valen’s tiny torso was split into two clashing thermal halves. His right side—the solar phoenix flank—glowed incandescent ruby; surface veins shone like filaments of molten gold beneath translucent skin, sweating beads of hot vapor that hissed in the air. But his left side—the berserker snow flank—was entirely covered in pale blue, crystalline frost that numbed his left fingertips and turned his lips a purplish hue of suffocation.

“Fine. I’ll have my men deliver the goods for free in exchange for your soldier. This is an offer you can’t refuse. He will make a good champion, and most of my biggest clients like to breed alphas more than Omegas. He will make a good sex toy.” Valen’s eyes twitch, and they darken like a storm taking over a bright night. “You can have him in hell.” With one swift movement, Valen pulls out his gun from the back and bangs; the sound echoes loudly in the space and he doesn’t give the men behind the bastard time to react as his bullets go through their skulls as well. Valen watches with glee as Mr. Vikar drowns in his own pool of blood. He smirks and tucks his gun away and looks at his soldiers

We just sat under the treehouse. A web of clouds, backlit by the falling sun, mist billowed through the trees and over the fields and hung low in the air, masking Domlur in a ghostly gray. Rare indicator of the upcoming blood moon in a few hours. “Say,” Alarick muttered. “Do you think I will be a great Alpha?” He is worried about his stance in our pack, and so am I. “Why do you need other people’s validation?” “I am just asking. I am not deaf when the subordinates want you to be the Alpha.”

Backs together, covering angles. "Valentina Corvino." The lead hunter's voice is calm despite watching three teammates die. "Lord Mordaunt wants you alive. Surrender and we'll leave the wolves alone." "Fuck Mordaunt." Valentina throws the holy water vial. It shatters against the hunter's chest. He screams as the blessed liquid burns through his clothes, into his skin. I circle right. Tom goes left. Classic pack tactics. The hunters track us with rifles. Waiting for clear shots.

"Axion sniper down! I repeat, confirmed ejection!" "Fine shooting, Alyx!" I whooped. The Monstro drilled against my armour, pressing my momentary distraction. "Jackson!" Kitt called. "Take two steps back!" I moved without hesitation, allowing the Monstro to press towards me. Two steps later the back of the Monstro exploded, twisting its frame and sending a command capsule soaring away. The Monstro's empty shell collapsed like a felled tree, striking the ground where I had been standing two steps ago. Kedrick's Valkyrie surged forward, the rounded barrels of its massive shotgun smoking.