Monster Hunter Valstrax Novels & Stories

“Tell me where the Shadow Blood bastards are hiding, or I swear, Valari, you won’t die fast. You won’t even die clean. You’ll rot in pieces, screaming.” His mouth twitched. Then, finally he spoke. “There’s an old mine,” he said. “North ridge, past the frozen pines. They're there. For now.” Trevor finally stepped forward. “Orders?” I didn’t take my eyes off Valari. “Lock him down. No one sees him. No food until I say so. If he moves wrong, kill him.” Valari didn’t flinch. He just leaned back against the wall again,wearing that hideos grin of his.

He shouted but that slight distraction cost him everything else as the monster caught up with him and with a swipe of its claws it grabbed him, being a man who won’t resign to fate easily, Elliot roared as he hurled his spear with every ounce of strength left in him, the spear surged forward gracefully, the centipede wanted to dodge but it was too late as the spear lodged itself into one of its beady eyes causing a black fluid to gush out like a fountain, the monster roared in agony causing it to clap its pincer tightly and trash around violently. Amelia felt her knees go weak as she saw what was going on and was unable to do anything about it, tears streamed down her face freely when sudden

That he could only be controlled by Ocean. Valtor: That's it, my pet. Let him take over. Let him out so I can rule the world. Let him come out because his master is calling him. I am his master and he only serves me. Valtor said as he pressed his foot on my head. My claws grew bigger and I dug my claws in his leg. He screamed in pain and kicked my stomach. I went flying to the nearest wall and fell on the ground with a loud thud. The sweet vanilla scent made its way to my nostrils and I started laughing hysterically. Just as the scent reached my lungs, my monster stopped threatening me.

I hear Val shout as she walks into my office, closing the door. "What?" I ask, caught off guard. I hadn't expected Val to be back for at least another week. I had sent her to America to find more information on the Reaper. Since the Reaper's reach had yet to come to Europe, none of my sources could tell me anything. So Val agreed to travel to America so that she could try to find out more from there. "I found the Reaper's weak spot, or should I say Hunter Maddox's weak spot." She says, wasting no time sitting in the chair opposite me.

Five Years Later The training drone buzzed through the canopy of the Ghost Isle forest like an angry hornet. It was a Western model, scavenged from a downed scout ship years ago, repainted matte black, and modified to move faster than anything nature intended. "Keep your center low," I murmured, watching the monitors in the command bunker. "Don't chase it. Let it come to you." On the screen, a small figure darted through the ferns. Valen was five years old, but he moved with the silence of a predator three times his age. He wore a scaled-down tactical vest over a grey tunic, his knees scuffed with mud, his black hair tied back in a messy knot that mirrored his father’s.

He leaned down — licked a slow stripe up her throat — tasting salt, tears, and the faint copper of my earlier blood. “And I play to win.” He glanced at us again — challenge burning in his eyes. “Your turn, brothers.” Valeria whimpered — already oversensitive, already aching — but her thighs parted wider on instinct. Ready. Always ready. For us. For the monsters who bet on how hard they could make her come. For the wolves who would kill the world to keep her screaming their names.

His eyes glowing from blue to gold in an instant. ‘Dragon shifters are very protective of their mates, especially royal ones, and they would snap your neck if you dare pose as a threat to their mates,’ Valkerie explained and I touched Hunter’s arm. I mindlink him to back off or at least take it easy but he doesn’t budge and he refuses to back down. I sighed. Stubborn Hunter as always. Syria stood up and touched Brock shoulder, doing the same thing I did to try and calm her mate down. Only hers worked, and Brock’s eyes turned back to normal almost easily.

Sure enough, Valir smiled when he saw a steel chest in the cave, he saw a bag of foxglove flower petals in it, Axton's soul. Valir took it, he then kept it under his robe, but something was strange, he felt a very strong vibration, Valir felt unbalanced and almost fell into the lava, he was desperately trying to get out of the secret room at the foot of this mountain. Helena panicked outside when she felt a strong volcanic tremor, Valir was still inside, it felt like she wanted to pick up Valir, but she couldn't control the fire herself. Suddenly an explosion occurred, rocks and lava came out from the top of the mountain, before Valir had time to teleport, he was hit by a large rock and roll

He replied, and I could tell the words hurt him to say. “What is a gifted mate?” I asked. “Look, let me give you this gift, please. I worked really hard on it, and this is the only one of its kind. No other Hunter will have Jarvis, only you. He’s exclusively yours.” Damien said. “If you try anything, Vampire, I will cut your throat.” I snarled. He put his hands up in defense, allowing me to pass by him and open my car door. “What do you have to do?” I asked Damien, who had gotten into my car on the other side. “I just need to reprogram it.” He said.

He marches towards me, grabs my chin and yanks it up. His eyes blaze with fury. "I don't accept that," Hunter growls. "A wolf's instincts never fail." His breath is hot on my face. My legs wobble. They feel weak and ready to collapse. "I-I know," I stammer. "You are lying." "I am not!" He looks at Val, still gripping my chin tightly in his hand. "Tell me what you saw." Val hesitates. I can see her weighing up her options now that she has heard my lie. It was not something I said to her before in the forest when she demanded an explanation from me. That I came up with it now when confronted by Hunter must be making her suspicious.