Monster Hunter Valstrax Novels & Stories

Does he eat steroids for breakfast? “You wanted to see me, Alpha?” Mei says in a sweet voice as the giant closes the door behind them. “Thank you for coming. Mei, this is Valeria, a venatrix who has come to ask for your help,” she says with a kind smile. Mei blinks in surprise, “Me?” She squeaks, then her brows furrow in confusion, “But I thought you said venatrixes were hunters,” she says, cocking her head in confusion. I wince. My past is really coming back to bite me. If my fucked up upbringing gets Izzy killed, I’ll just go shoot myself right now.

Rex manged to say, holding unto his stomach. "One thing she despises is an attack on humans. Let the both of them go or you will be creating problems for your pack. You know nothing is hidden under the sun, we know your hideouts" "Fall back" Rex finally said after being intimidated with the indirect threat. Val was shoved out angrily out of the car whilst one of Raven's men helped him remove the celotape from his mouth also untying him quickly. They vanished immediately leaving the both of us to find our way back.

I growled low in my chest and forced myself to stay still, even though every instinct screamed at me to rut her into the mattress until she couldn’t speak. Valerio was still standing there in that daze, eyes glowing crimson, cock straining obscenely against his pants like it was trying to tear free. He wasn’t moving but just staring and releasing thick waves of pheromones that were turning this room into a fucking frenzy. My wolf snarled again, clearly losing it too

He feels like all his training has amounted to nothing when he can’t even find a boy who has no idea that he is even being followed. Valen looks at the two head trackers standing in front of him. "You both lost them?" Two trackers bow their heads and reply in unison. "Yes alpha" The second is shocked, this was his first time on such an assignment. He cannot believe that a beautiful beacon of a woman who attracts every ones eyes, in a form fitting suit can be there one moment and gone the next. He spent an entire two hours trying to pick up Alaska’s scent to no avail. He didn’t want to admit defeat, but he was starting to attract too many eyes. Being in the middle of the human world, he could

The fact that she had put on her pendant, one that I knew hunters used to both identify with hunters and conceal themselves amongst wolves, I raised an eyebrow. “Had I wanted to betray you, Alpha Dante, I doubt that your rogue Alpha would have spared me for a second with the Lycan. I wouldn’t have had snipers pointed at me, nor would I have had to deal with all the bullshit that I was thrown in front of. And while I have no means of trying to convince you otherwise, but you can rot in hell if you do not wish to believe me.” She said, and he raised an eyebrow before wrapping his hand around her pendant. She looked down at his hand, and he shook his head at her. “You are playing a dangerous hu

Trey's fierce resolve was unshaken as he smirked and he replied, "I won't fall for your fucking tricks again, the person in question might have fallen for your tricks, but not me, let him come, I will be waiting for him." With that, he released the trigger, and Valerie's lifeless body fell back to the floor, with blood seeping out of the bullet wound on her forehead down her face.

Pack-mates are rushing towards the entrance and we follow them. Then I hear a loud snarl as Hunter leaps out from the gathered individuals at the entrance towards the line of the trees. And then I see her. Valerie is limping from the forest, holding her right arm, bleeding profusely from it. She looks straight at me, whimpering, “Why? Why would you set your wolves on me?”

FLASHBACK Rio Sanjaya ordered his dark horse to stop for a moment with a watchful gaze. The surrounding trees were violet under the bluish moonlight. After listening to something for a while, Rio stomped his horse back on his way without haste. Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Rio to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Rio drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger.

A tall figure moved forward, and the battlefield froze. Valric. Cloaked in shadow, the old werewolf monarch stepped out of the fog. He fixed me with his piercing silver look. "At last," he leaned forward. "The Crimson Heir stands before me." Damon snarled but took a step back, his hideous body trembling a little. He was afraid of Valric, too. "What do you want?" I held my blade out and commanded. Valric grinned. "Power—the same thing as you. However, I know how to use it, unlike you.

He unslung a heavy, manual launcher from the equipment crate behind Thorne and his focus narrowing onto the lead truck. "Seven, drop down into the left drainage ditch," Valen called out, his deep voice carried over the idle roar of the approaching diesels. "Don't waste bullets on the thick body plating. Aim straight for the exposed hydraulic lines on the front steering assembly. If we clip that line, the whole truck locks up right in the throat of the pass."