Vale In Mobile Legends Novels & Stories

Whoever it was… They weren’t just watching the ping. They were trying to reach Delia first. Nova leaned back. “This isn’t Elena,” she muttered. “This is someone else.” She rerouted the signal through four ghost nodes, masked her presence, and dropped a microtrace a fingerprint that would let her follow the other user. It pinged back a tag: Origin Flag: CB-Class Clearance Alias: M. Vale She froze. Not Charles. Not Cassian. The tag was older. Buried. She checked it again. And whispered:

“Mag-uumpisa tayo ng sarili nating samahan. A group that will rival the Death Legion. We will take down Valencia and start a new legacy. We will assemble, heal, and provide. Unveil what's within, reveal what's covered. Our name will leave a new definition to his downfall.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

The blaring sound of her phone rang through the air, making Vale's head pound as she grumbled sleepily. She opened her eyes and found that she was lying alone on the bed in her room. Vale rolled up from the bed and reached into the nightstand, grabbing her phone and saw J’s initial on the screen. “Hello?” “T, we’re on attacks!” his voice was in a rush. “What the hell?! How did they know about our new base?!” Vale gritted her teeth as she got up.

I felt like drowning, Melting. “Leilah Rivera.” The call to me brought me back to where I am standing. Standing in front of me is one of those goons back at the diner. He is tall, with a built body and broad shoulders. He is not wearing his glasses so I can see his scarred left eye. My body stiffens as I try to stand firmer, taller. “Where is my mother?” I balled my fists, ready to throw my strongest punch if needed. Although, I doubt that will make any difference as this man is almost a foot taller.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

The call came through again, but I hesitated for a while before looking over the screen to see that my caller is no other person than my best friend, Nelly. "Hello, princess!". I heard her usual high-pitched melodious voice, that would have brought a smile on my face if not for the current situation. I manage to control my laboured breaths. "Hello, amor!' I replied with a fake Italian accent. We both giggled at my poor attempt. Mine, a little bit forceful "How's our famous model doing?". "I am doing well, heading over there to sign the contract". I beamed when I saw a busy road ahead, not too far from where I was driving.

Gavrael reassured me as he heard my doubts. “What makes you so sure?” I asked him. “She knows the consequence of upsetting you is my wrath. I sent those closest to your location and she was one of them. She’s a good fighter despite the fact that you dislike her. She can be useful.” He said to me. My reply was to scoff at him even though he was right about the fact that she could hold her own in a fight. “Did you not hear me or are you intentionally ignoring my question?” One of the males in the team, the one that had spoken first asked.

She was no longer just a girl who had been saved; she was a queen who was fighting back, her power a growing, undeniable force. Valen was a stoic, silent presence, his face a mask of grim determination. He was a Varek soldier in a land of strangers, his loyalty a beacon of unwavering light in the suffocating darkness of the mountains. He was not just fighting for his king; he was fighting for the girl he had failed to protect, a debt of honor that he would repay with his life.

"When the old amulet broke... Kaelen looked at me. He looked right at me. And he crawled." ​Alaric stepped back, his expression grim. "If he caught your scent, he will think he is going mad. A dead girl’s scent on a Warlord? He will rationalize it away as battlefield trauma. But you cannot give him another reason to doubt. From this moment on, the helm stays on. The voice modulator stays on. You are General Vesh. Nothing else." ​"Understood." ​The tent flap rustled, and Val stepped inside. She took one look at me—shaking, bruised, and unarmored—and immediately turned her back to the door, blocking anyone else from entering.