Neon Val R34 Novels & Stories

By month three, weakness crept into the older members of that group; at nearly the same instant, those charges shot up forty points. That autumn - when Mom started spitting dark clots, and Dad could no longer shift into fur - the power meters at Vareth hit their highest point. Instead of factories humming or roads rising, they funneled raw current skyward. Fired through orbit straight to one place: Valerian Valley. My breath stalled. "Leon." Out of nowhere, the archive room's door slipped aside. My breath caught. The screen clicked dark as I spun toward the sound - useless now. There he stood, framed by the entrance, height alone making the space feel smaller.

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...

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 asked, fingers inching toward the bow resting just above my head. He shook his head once. “No. Even with algoths, I can hear their mindless rage. This is… nothing. Just silence.” He shifted, rising into a crouch, still positioned in front of me like a shield. Another twig snapped. Rhaenan was on his feet now, both hands glowing as lightning crackled to life between his fingers—faint white-blue light illuminating his face like a phantom. Valen rose fully, shadows rippling out from his palms, long tendrils of dark energy slithering over the ground like smoke with aim to cut down.

Valen teases. Ilya blinks and immediately lets go of Valen’s wrist. “No, I don’t,” he says, looking away. He doesn't even care if he dies. It would make things a lot too easy for Ilya. Valen chuckles. “I know. It’s a rut inhibitor. My rut isn't over. I don’t want that getting in the way or getting us killed,” he replies, and with that, he injects the content into his body. Ilya watches as he throws his head for a moment as it takes effect; veins travel up his neck and disappear seconds later. And then, Valen yanks out a large black bag under the bed and unzips it.

With a resigned sigh, I shoved his chest and straightened my shoulders. Target neutralized. There was no doubt that this alternate universe had a bug, because Valen was glitching and making the other Sims act strangely. So, the Timekeepers might be using the moment to fix him. It gave me a brief window, one I have to take full advantage of. Because I am vengeance, I am Version 9.0’s demise. I am the top player, and no man will deter me. No one, no wolf nor army, shall stand in my way. Unless they also wish to burn.

As the first rays of dawn began to pierce the night sky, he stepped forward to address his warriors. ********** Meanwhile, deep in the Shadow fang mansion, Valen stood in a dark chamber. The room was lit only by the flickering light of a single flame. Shadows danced across the stone walls, their movements almost alive. Opposite him, Vendetta watched with an amused smile. “They know about this room right?,” Valen said, his voice calm but cold. Vendetta’s smile widened. “ Valen, you sound weak, not like you at all... Let them come. It’s time to show Dorian the true power of the relic. It's time to show them what we're up to”

Validator Tag: 0933-V-Alt/Node. Her breath caught. It matched a backup key given to Valerie, a trusted validator strategist. A woman Camellia once mentored. She slammed the terminal.

Hated that no matter how close they lived, she was becoming unreachable. His phone buzzed. Unknown number. He frowned, then opened it. Unknown: She’s changing. Jalen sat up slowly. Another message followed. Unknown: If you don’t fight for her, someone else already is. His pulse spiked. He typed back. Jalen: Who is this? Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then— Unknown: Someone who knows you’re running out of time. The screen went dark. Jalen stared at his phone, jaw tight. Whoever it was, they weren’t wrong.

And now that rat has replaced V4. ------------------------------------------------------------------------