Valentine The Vampire Novels & Stories

What were portals and what was this all about? "Tell that annoying wolf of yours to create a distraction for you to slowly siphon more energy! I don't care how you do it, just GET IT DONE!" Valentine growled out as he took a long gulp from a goblet he was drinking from. The man was handsome and was dressed in very nice attire, but I couldn't get passed what Valentine had been drinking. Blood. He was a vampire; a pretty powerful one too from the way he carried himself. That’s what that atrocious scent is - the stench of a vampire.

Stupid, sexy cult leader. Is this the first step in indoctrinating victims? Stupefy them with the hunky men in this town. I won the lottery having Valentine be my mate on this road to madness. I want to ride him all the way to crazy town. “Ready, baby?” Valentine’s deep voice causes me to peek at him from the corner of my eyes. “For what? Are you going to call forth demons now to transform you into a dog?” “Wolf. No demons, though. Sorry to disappoint."

But even as I’m freaking out, I know that I can’t allow him to see that it bothers me. I jump to my feet when I hear the lock sliding open, and my heart starts to pound in my ears; a cold sweat slips down my back, knowing that this is the end for me. This vampire I’ve been hunting for years is about to make me his plaything, and there’s nothing I can fucking do about it. Heavy footfalls and the sound of chains accompany my dread as it approaches, but I blanch when I see the person coming to collect me. “Hey, Kitty Kat,” it’s the blonde vamp; my supposed informant, who I know now is Valentine, Priest’s most trusted man. Amusement plays on his face as he takes in my filthy, sweaty form, and I

Even the woman faltered, nearly losing her footing at the sight. “That’s impossible,” the bearded elder said, nearly losing his breath. “There hasn’t been a vampire sighting in centuries.” “But that doesn’t mean they’re gone,” Valentine said, her tone sharp and instructive. “And what makes you so sure of that?” the woman snapped, trying to regain control of the room. Valentine didn’t flinch. Instead, she raised a brow and smirked. “Because I fought one.” She lifted her shirt, revealing the place where the vampire’s claws had stabbed into her side. Though the wound had healed, it had left behind a crescent-shaped scar.

Desperate to quiet her tears, I whispered, “What can I do for you?” Valerie looked up at me fiercely, red hot tears streaking her soft skin. “The aunts in the slave shops that raised me—they said vampire saliva has the power to bring happiness.” Her gaze found mine, desperate and pleading. “Kiss me.” My bones lunged for her, almost as if they were not tied down by skin and sinewy. But I stilled them and searched her eyes. “You don’t really want that.” She reached for me, her small fingers twisting into the fabric of my shirt. Her gaze held a fiery torment—a desperate, drowning want. “Please,” she said.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

Valerie felt overly irritated, is he here to prosecute her or what? "So you're a…vampire…. how old are you really?" His question shocked her, how did he know about that? How? How much does he know? "Ummm….what?" Valerie tried to act like she's clueless, "What are you talking about?" Tyler maintained his straight face, "I know….I overheard my mom and Lynn, they said you're a vampire." Tyler politely said; Valerie's mouth was wide, her eyes became round, she was stunned. 'How does Lynn know about that?.... Anna, she must have told her, Anna, just you wait.' Valerie thought to herself, at that moment she felt disappointed in her sister, she lost all the trust she had in her sister. If she had a

Valentine, who originally wanted his wife to come forward and teach Beau and Eliza a lesson, finally couldn't sit still. He couldn't pretend to be a good person. He immediately stepped forward and pulled Lucy behind him to protect her. Then he raised his hand and wanted to hit back. Eliza looked at him coldly and said, "You dare to hit me?" "I'm from the Chapman family. My father is a Hamza, my mother is Shreya, and the whole Chapman family is backing me up." Mr. Valentine's hand paused. "I'm still Beau's wife, the future mistress of the Benton family."

I demand, not giving him time to change his mind because the antidot will last a day and he won't feel any pain till than, and I don't have so much time. " The Dragon Cave. He was about to come to an agreement with the Sinclairs but you beat him at that and took them from him. After they made a deal with you they cut the ties to him and that doesn't sit well with him." he rushes out. Good to know that the Sinclairs are loyal, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm screwed ! Valentine is the leader of the Russian Malinkova Bratwa and he has more gun power than I do.

Valerie got off the bed and walked slowly towards the door of the room, which she knew very well was Lusi's room. As she was about to reach for the doorknob, the door immediately opened, followed by Daren, who emerged from there. Valerie fell back on the floor because she remembered what happened to her before she fainted. There is a vampire who wants to harm her. And Daren? Daren is a wolf. The man turned into a wolf right before her eyes.