The Vale Asoiaf Novels & Stories

She couldn't blame him though having promised to be back the next day, it was two days already. Valerie owed her no explanation and if he had any sense of preservation, he would leave before she returned. How much does a Fae cost? Zoe had no idea but she could guess a lot of money since it was rare to capture one. It was enough money to change her life - and she could leave her miserable family behind. It was a tempting thought but Islinda had values and she wouldn't comprise them for gold. She would not betray Valerie when he trusted her.

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

“What’s it mean—‘she’s mine’?” He turned, slow, his eyes locking on hers—dark, deep, searching—and her stomach flipped, heat curling tight under her ribs. “Means someone’s got a claim,” he said, voice soft but rough, like he was chewing on it. “On you, maybe. On this.” He nodded at the vial in her hand, but his gaze didn’t leave her face, and damn if it didn’t feel heavier—like he was claiming something too, something unspoken that hung between them.

“We don’t even know where the hell it is.” Myrra folded her arms, smirking. “Don’t we?” She stepped toward the crumbling shelves, brushing dust off an aged scroll. With careful hands, she unraveled the brittle parchment, revealing an intricate map. The ink was faded, but the details remained intact—mountains, rivers, long-forgotten cities. And there, marked in the deep south beyond the Vale of Shadows, was a name that made Elior’s breath catch in his throat. Dawnfire.

“She never left.” The passage opened into a vast chamber. At its center stood an obsidian throne, coiled by a statue of a serpent biting its tail. Bones littered the floor, human, animal, unidentifiable. Incense burned from iron bowls, filling the air with a sweet rot that turned the stomach. On the throne sat Valentina. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders; her eyes shimmered with molten gold. Around her, the Crimson Pact knelt in silent devotion. When she spoke, her voice rolled like silk over razors.

"Just… don’t lose yourself in this. You don’t owe the Moon anything." "I know," I said softly. "But she’s already taken too much for me to pretend otherwise." *** By midday, we reached the Vale. Once, it had been a sacred meeting ground—a circle of stone and silver trees where old treaties were made. Now, it was a graveyard of bones and half-buried armor, the snow stained faintly gray from old wars. I walked into the center and knelt, pressing my hand against the earth. The hum beneath the ground had grown louder since the night before—steady, deliberate, like something sleeping just below the surface.

Then, he unrolled a large map made of gazelle skin and spread it across the hardwood table. The map was patched up in some areas, and the color was fading from its center to its jagged edges. Thorn came forward and put a new piece of gazelle skin on the table. “Oakiyada, the Vale of Wind. Mainly inhabited by the descendants of ancient forests. Unlike the rumors, I found it singularly tranquil. They gave in when our army pressed them to the edge of the Misty Mountains, even without a fight.”

Just Nyrielle and Lucien are with me. The wind howls like a dirge as we step into the Vale. I don’t know what I expect from a place called the Vale of Bones, but this... this isn’t it. There are no graves, no skeletons. Just ash. Endless, pale ash spread across cracked obsidian ground, like the sky forgot how to mourn and decided to dust the earth instead. The silence is total. Not a bird or breeze, only the crunch of boots and hooves as we move forward.

With a deep breath, Valerie lowered herself to her knees, keeping her gaze fixed on Jared as she did. She reached out, gripping his cock once she knelt in front of him and stroked his meaty rod. When she finally dropped her gaze to his hardness, she couldn’t believe how thick and long it was. Definitely longer than Dean’s, if not as thick. Close, but not quite there. Still, it would fill her sex perfectly, she knew, and there was no way he would get her naked and not fuck her. At least, that was her hope.