The Vale Asoiaf Novels & Stories

“Not death… not completely. The Crown’s energy doesn’t destroy, it reweaves, it creates… echoes.” Lira frowned. “Echoes of what?” “Of souls,” Kael said. “Of what’s left when the body fades.” They reached the edge of the Vale, a borderland of warped light and impossible colors. The ground shimmered like glass, reflecting scenes that didn’t belong: Evelyn’s face, the old hall of the Silver Ash, the burning skies of the Warden War. Fragments of time and memory coiled together like broken dreams. Kael stepped forward despite the tremor in his legs.

Celebrated freedom and matched the strength of one to the weakness of another. Vales or Valotions believe that the base of the Steep is shared with the base of the boundary Wall. When in truth the divide between is as large as any nation. It would take the Kings armies three seasons to reach the Wall, let alone attack us. The Falls is what they view as the Northernmost Village, and it’s too often traded between the Water and Earth Nations to have a true flag or loyalty. Regardless, the Yon ensure it remains one of the Seats to pump their influence into the Counsel.

“Let’s head out.” She had driven her SUV and I climbed into the passenger seat, throwing my bag into the back seat. Getting in, Lila started the car and pulled out. “What are you calling him? I feel like you have run out of good names? Unless you’re actually going to name him after the superheroes.” I grimaced. “No. I have been calling him Vale.” “Unlike your mate, I am not well versed in any mythology, let alone Norse.” Smiling, I shook my head. “Vale was the son of Odin who avenged the death of his brother. He also was said to grow to full adulthood in a day.”

Donovan raised his brows slightly, his lips pulling into a faint smirk. “And who are you to decide that?” Vale’s gaze never wavered as his hand slid feom my wrist and wrapped my waist, pulling me close to his side. His voice was calm, but there was a hard core tone in it when he replied. “Rhysario Vale.” Donovan’s expression flickered as he furrowed his brow and just stared. His eyes widened just for a moment, as if the name meant more than he wanted to show. And then I saw it.

I also knew that when they talked of tying me, it would be with silver chains and the highest possibility would be that they would be laced with either nickel or wolfsbane. “No… yes. Because… because… haaa!” Darius sighed heavily and I was disturbed. What was it? "Because you are a Vale," he said after a while. “A Vale? Is that supposed to mean something? Am I supposed to know who they are?" I asked him. He looked at me for a moment without saying anything and I guess he could see the confusion on my face because he looked away and then sighed again. “The Vale family is a well known family that goes back hundreds of years.

Am I dying? Before I fell into my deep slumber; I felt my vines wrapped around me. ~~~~~ Val’s POV I strolled around the ruined village near the eastern part of the magic realm while hiding in the shadows; I saw a lot of goblins lingered around. Not just goblins, but also demons controlling the goblins. I cursed under my breath when I saw a lot of naked women tied up in the ground and post while the goblins are torturing them. I clenched my jaw and my vision darkened. How dare they?!

But now, as he stood on the precipice of Shivvara, he couldn't help but wonder if he was about to repeat the mistakes of the past. With a deep breath, Azazel turned away from the palace and faced the daunting path ahead. He knew that the journey through the Realm of Vile would not be easy. It was said to be filled with treacherous traps, illusions, and deadly creatures lurking in the shadows. But he was determined to prove himself not only as the new king but also for Azrael. The red morning sun cast a beautiful glow over the land of Shivvara as Azazel cast a portal and stepped into the Realm of Vile. He stood at the entrance, ready to embark on his daring quest.

Ava The morning sunlight filtered through the towering windows of the mansion, casting long, golden streaks across the polished marble floors. At first glance, everything seemed tranquil. But I could feel the tension before I even stepped into the strategy room, subtle yet insistent, like the quiet hum of electricity in the air before a storm. There was an undercurrent of unease threading through every corridor, every room, every carefully curated corner of Adrian Vale’s empire. Today, I sensed, would bring veils of deception to the forefront actions hidden behind polite words, motives concealed under practiced expressions, and ambitions disguised as loyalty.

"Miss Sophia, Madre is about to give birth. Please tell them to let us in—I need to get her into the delivery room!" Sophia didn't even glance at her. She simply let out a cold snort. "Lina is in the special care delivery suite. All other floors are sealed off. If outsiders come and go freely, who will take responsibility if the newborn gets infected? "That child is the future heir of the Valentino family. This is my sister-in-law's order—and the Don's arrangement. Do you dare object?" "But Madre can't wait! If this continues, both she and the baby will be in danger!"