Monster Hunter Valstrax Novels & Stories

Valtor's grip tightened, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hatred. "You have no right to question me!" he snarled, his voice low and menacing. Valeria's heart raced as she tried to wriggle free, but Valtor's grasp was too strong. Suddenly, he released her, sending her to the ground as she was pierced by a broken piece.Valeria looked at her bleeding Palm she tried to pull out the piece, her eyes filling with tears. " What is wrong with you Valtor?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

This man was meant to be an Elite yet he was quaking before this parasite. "Give me my dagger," Izzie whispered to Brad, keeping her voice as low as possible as to try not to alert the vamp. "Stay behind me," Brad demanded, pushing her further back and keeping her dagger firmly outstretched in front of him. Meanwhile, the vamp was watching with mild curiosity, his head tilted to the side as he watched Brad's 'heroics'.

Valerius roared—like real, agonizing pain in his throat. The ancient blood-magic swirling around him started sizzling hard, then evaporating on contact with the weaponized sunlight. The UV-grid acted like a cage made of burning lasers, trapping the eight-foot behemoth in the center of the hallway. Every time he tried pushing through, the light scorched his obsidian bone-armor and shoved him back. “Clever Omega!” Valerius roared, shielding his silver eyes from the blinding glare. “But your little toys will melt before I do!”

Corwin howled. “Funniest thing I’ve ever heard,” Valen gasped. “What the hell is so funny?” Damon snapped. “You guys seriously think you can leave Asheville?” Valen managed between wheezes. “You’re adorable.” “What’s the matter, boys? Am I missing out on the joke?” The door swung open again. And in walked the room’s apex predator. Zarek Rexter. Alpha of Silver Bow. Room Monitor. Pack royalty. He had that look—dangerously hot, effortlessly dominant. One of those men who could kill you or kiss you, and you wouldn’t mind either way.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

Then the scarf—wrapped once around my neck, then tugged up to cover the lower half of my face. My heart was already racing. Valen stood across from me, dressed head to toe in near-black. Hood up, head covered, twin blades strapped in an X across his back. Shadows clung to him like old friends, and gods help me, I’d never seen a male look so lethal. Or so infuriatingly attractive. “You sure you want to do this?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper as he tightened the strap on one of his gauntlets. I nodded once. “I’m the only one who can do this now.”

Clamped tightly under her arm was a thick, waterproof leather satchel, its zipper half-open to reveal a neat, glowing stack of stolen routing tokens and encrypted server access drives–the vital administrative keys to Stormveil's entire regional communication network. "Going somewhere, Val?" Maddox’s cold, dry voice cut through the darkness like a closing vise before she could slide her legs into the narrow tube. Maddox and Kaelen stepped out from the deep shadows of the retaining wall, their heavy combat rifles raised and their faces set in hard, unyielding masks of pure military contempt. Kaelen reached down with one massive, gloved hand, catching the collar of Valerie's silver-trimmed robe

"Valen, stop this. You are a monster." He stopped kissing me and looked up with a smirk, meeting my eyes. "How can I be a monster because I want my mate?" "No means no. Don't touch me." I insisted. “Is that so?” Valen’s emeralds dilated into full black orbs. He chewed his bottom lips in anger and his hard tone was husky. "I'll show you monster." He grabbed my arm and roughly led me all the way downstairs. Bodies scattered out of the way. Despite my whimpering and protest, he was too enraged to care. - -

I take my new dagger from my belt and run my fingers over the sheath. I’m grateful Micah taught me all I know about fighting. The only downfall is that I cannot use my fighting skills against Tamara ad Vicky. It would affect my role and reputation at Storm Glenn when I am to become Luna if I fight them. Not only that, I don’t want it to cause any trouble for Micah. I’m certain his father already dislikes me, although I’ve only met him once. His father, Alpha Varan, came to visit Micah last summer. He seemed to like me at first but then became short with words and withdrawn from the conversation when he learnt that I was still waiting for my wolf.