Romans & histoires Shadowhunters Valentine

In a flash of pure rage, she moves with her Vampire speed, her hand blurring through the air as she swings a vicious slap aimed directly at Caroline's face. The attack is incredibly fast, but it never lands. Before her palm can make contact with Caroline's skin, Hunter moves with equal speed, his hand shoots out, his iron fingers clamping around Valerie's wrist mid-swing, halting her movement. The force of his grip causes Valerie to wince. Hunter pulls her arm down, leaning in close to deliver a harsh, quiet warning directly to her. “Don't act rashly if you don't want to get on the King's bad side,” he whispers, his tone filled with a stern gravity that brooks no argument.

But my kind had tainted even that, cutting down trees and starting bonfires. My gaze traveled over the scene, disgust rising within me, when I saw four wolfy figures that should not have been there. All of them I knew. Kairos. Maximus. Thorne. And… yes, that was Valentine. I hadn’t seen him in a very long time, but I knew from Zora and the others that he had become one of Zora’s mates. The brave lot had dared to sneak into my protected lands. They were bold, if not very smart. All it would take is one word from me, and they would be entirely swarmed by vampires, more than they could ever hope to survive against.

"Just that I feel it's too sudden." "Do you not feel nothing for me? Anything at all?" I couldn't respond because I had nothing to say. The truth was that I had already started redeveloping feelings for him, but I was being cautious because I couldn't tell if really it was love or if I was just infatuated with his peaceful presence. "If I asked you to be my Val, would you agree?" My eyes almost popped out of its socket. "Josh, Valentine is still a long way." "I know, that's why I'm asking now."

" I quietly looked at her ugly, crying face, having no desire to pick up the phone at all. Shane was brought out next. He was dressed in a prisoner's uniform. He was unshaven, and his eyes were hazy. Tears streamed down his face when he saw me. He immediately sank to his knees and began slapping himself over and over again. "I was wrong, honey! I should have realized sooner that that bitch, Valerie, is nothing more than a jinx. She's the one who insisted on starting the fire. She's the one who landed me in this mess! "The one I love the most is you. Wait for me. I'll be out in the next three years. I'll definitely make it up to you once I'm released from prison. Let's start over, okay?"

"Alpha." "Valentine," Vaela says, gesturing toward me. "Fiorenca." "Frankie," I correct automatically. Vaela clicks her tongue. "That is not your name." "It really is." Valentine beams, she's been handed a new puppy, she lunges forward. Her arms pull me in an enthusiastic hug. I'm struck by how genuine she is, there isn't a single sharp edge hiding underneath her warmth. I've spent enough time with shitty ass people to know kindness is often transactional. Valentine's isn't. The empathy pouring off her feels limitless. It almost hurts.

“There will be no public surprise this time.” Oh! He's talking about my birthday. “Nothing planned yet,” I tell him. “We can take a trip. The six of us,” Hunter says. I consider that as he stands a meter away from me, leaning against the counter with a glass in his hand. “That would be amazing, right, love?” Valentina says. Love? Valentina’s words electrocute Jimmy. “Can I deny you?” he says, kissing her face. Meanwhile, Eric and Joanna were having a nonverbal conversation as I look from one to the other.

He added and I groaned before sitting down on the last step of the stairs. "I couldn't sleep. I don't know why," I responded . Then he went to the kitchen and after a few minutes, he returned with food tray and give me to eat. He sat down next to me, his blue eyes gleaming inside the darkness and I tried my best to avoid making eye contact. “Can I ask you something?" I asked to which he nodded his head, turning to face me. That's when it struck me. Those blue eyes. It belong to the vampires of the people who are either powerful or crazy. That means the guy I searched for valentines day is vampire. I am shocked to the core.

said the waiter. They served the food one by one on a large round table. Not forgetting the red wine that Asher had ordered, especially for tonight. "Please enjoy, ladies and gentlemen." Asher waved a hand, instructing them to leave, then looked back at Valencia with a smile. Asher took the match already there and lit the candle on the cake. "Happy 23rd birthday, my wife, Alexa Zeyana Hoult." Asher stood back up. He grabbed Valencia's right hand and kissed it lovingly, making Valencia startle and misled.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.