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A world of glitter and shadows, where nothing was ever as it seemed. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. As the Valisteen Princess, I had wealth, luxury, and influence. But with that came constant threats—Ray’s enemies, who seemed to be lurking around every corner. They never stopped coming after me, trying to use me as a pawn in their ruthless games.

She looked at Thea before continuing. “Other stories tell of similar but benevolent beings,” Amethyst said. “The Valkyries. They were also associated with battlefields. They served the gods, taking the dead to Valhalla.” Thea looked at Xavier. He shrugged his shoulders. Thea turned back to Amethyst. “Are you saying bad vampires are Keres, and good vampires are Valkyries, but the Valkyries went extinct?” Thea said. “It’s a theory. Valkyries haven’t been heard of in a thousand years. The only people who might be old enough to know for sure are vampires. The oldest vampires,” Amethyst said.

Tengu ran rooftop dojos and taught air the art of being stepped on. Valkyries kept to high places—the bones of old volcanoes and the ends of ridgelines where clouds hooked themselves to the earth. Their halls were no-nonsense spaces full of banners that told you who’d died and why and whether they’d done it well. They had little patience for mirrors, good ale, and a lot of opinions about cowards. They also had, if you stayed long enough to see it, an excellent sense of humor that was mostly practical jokes played on giants, and once—only once—on a dragon who took it well enough to leave the mountain unmolested for a year.

“No, Valerie. I do not hate you. On the contrary, I love you so much. You are my only child and I do not want you to suffer. That is why you see me fighting for you this way. Cordy is bad news for you” “HOWWWWW. That is the million-dollar question that never gets answered.” “You are just seventeen, OZ, and you know nothing about life…” “I am a seventeen-year-old wolf who wolfed out on her 16th birthday. An early bloomer; same goes for Cordy. We both feel the attraction and we are very sure that we are meant for each other. I’d like to think that the moon goddess knows all ''. I picked up my purse and took my 3-inch shoe lying beside me.

It was as if she could read my feelings. “Mommy needs to attend to something very urgent, Iris. Stay here. There is a new bedtime story that I will tell you when I come back. It’s about hybrids, sweetheart. You will like it, especially the main character. His name is Valerian Willers. He is Mommy’s best friend. And he’s a good man.” “Will you be okay out there, Mommy?” “Of course.” “Then I will wait for you here. I want to hear Valerian’s story.”

"Just as I thought. You should really start checking the news boy. But first of all, let me tell you that there will be no consequences for you from the team since we all know the article is just a bunch of bullshit ok?" Wait. What? What article? Consequences? What the hell is going on?! "It looks like your girl Valentina decided to publish one last article before she quits her former job completely. There is a disastrous article in their news and it is spreading faster than the fire. But even though I saw her name and everything in the article I have my doubts about her being behind the whole thing honestly. She just does not strike me as such a person if you know what I mean. But look at t

But now, that usual composure was shattered. Valkyrie cursed several times under her breath, her fingers running through her hair, then a mocking laugh escaped her lips, echoing through the room. "She was begging for more?! She should be screaming, beseeching, desperate to save herself from his hold, but she was craving more of it! Crying like whore to have more. How in the Moon Goddess is that possible?!" she shouted, casting a hysterical glance at the old maid. "Is my Darling really in his rut?"

💋AUTHOR’S NOTE (18+) PLEASE READ ALL CHARACTERS ARE UNRELATED BY BLOOD. Any titles like Daddy, Mommy, Brother, or Sister refer strictly to adoption, step-family, or roleplay. All characters are consenting adults (18+). PENELOPE POV

this," a voice said from the balcony door. Kai stepped inside. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans, looking like a college student rather than a lethal mercenary. "He suspects," I whispered. "He can feel it through the bond." "Of course he can," Kai said, grabbing a piece of toast from Leo’s plate. "You're vibrating like a tuning fork. You need to get this resolved before he decides to drag the truth out of you with Alpha Command." "I need intel," I said, standing up. "I need to know who the Valravn are. Wulfric said they are 'assassins of the Shadowlands,' but that's poetry, not data." "I made some calls," Kai said, his expression turning serious. "To some old contacts in the merc undergroun

But that’s a lie, I could still hear the chanting of a white witch, and I heard her name in my head, it sounded so clear, “I am Devon, the last of my kind. Hear my voice, you Salutary wolf, and obey my command. Come to me Valerie, come to me and surrender your powers to a greater authority.” she ordered me, trying to lure me in, or so I thought anyways. She was chanting in that strange language, and she called out to me in a clear tone, sounding so persuasive. I tried to resist her voice, but I couldn’t get it off my head because I understood everything she was saying to me. I know she is trying to force me out against my will, but all she succeeded in doing is opening my mind and feeding me