Valentine The Vampire Novels & Stories

Lucia said, her face was red in embarrassment, "You shouldn't peep in others' phones without their permission. What did you saw?" Valentine looked away, " I saw nothing, he was really alone." His words only embarrassed her further. He pressed her thighs. Valentine looked back to see Lucia embarrassed, her face was red. He approached her and held a strand of her hair from her straight blonde hair. His face approaching closer to her face, her expression softened.

After a long good walk, we finally reached the Queen's palace as the guards who were guarding the gates moved away as we walked inside working our way to Eleanor's room. And, as soon as we did reach her room, our mouths were gaping open as I saw Valerie and Erina introducing themselves to Eleanor with Ray beside her side and a maid shivering with fear between the four of them. "Wait, Teris has a daughter my age!?" Eleanor's surprised voice made me raise my eyebrow as I wanted to walk further in her direction to make her aware of my presence but mom stopped me as we continued watching. "Your Majesty, my father is as old as His Majesty's mother. The faces of vampires usually don't give away th

Right now, all I want is for that hunger to be removed. “That’s what I thought,” he said and captured my lips in a possessive kiss. I took his hands and guided them from my inner thighs to my lady core, willing him to play me like a guitar. “Valerie”, he breathed harshly and rested his forehead on mine. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked, not knowing what the problem was.

I witnessed them pounce on Valentine and sink their fangs into her like she was another of their meal. My neck stung and I felt warm blood trickle down my amice. I reached behind my all and retrieved the old rag doll. My life force was slipping away, Valentine was leaving this world. Prepared to end her misery and save me, I gave her the last instruction then snapped the doll in two. Her scream engulfed the woods and silencing the bedeviling nocturnals. It hurt to watch Val fall but my little girl never failed. The savages thought they were victors but at what cost. Crimson trickled down the black one's fur as realization hit them. Sad, sad truth. Little midnight was hit. Valentine hit hard,

Harry said to Valentine "I'm fine carrying one at once" She smiled and how I want to throw this box to Harry's face. I take a really deep breath because if I don't I might set this camping site on fire "It's not that heavy , stop pretending to be weak" That came out from my mouth coldly and Valentine turned to me coldly. We both glared each other "You-" She threw the box down but ended up cutting her finger , dropping the boxes and I quickly walked to her and put her finger into my mouth. Sipping her blood.. she looked at me shocked. I put down my bag and rushed to find a bandage.

Yet, there is a part of her that fears what is to come, that dreads the sight of blood and the finality it represents. Valentine, the 20-year-old son of the amiable and highly venerated Dr. Percy, the vampyre who has become an unlikely ally to the Redbone pack, stands at the edge of the clearing, his dark eyes never leaving Selena. He is an enigma, a creature of the night who has chosen to walk among wolves. His presence is a reminder that the world is not as black and white as it seems, that there are shades of gray in even the most rigid of hierarchies. Valentine’s attention is focused, his senses attuned to every movement, every breath. He is here not just as an observer, but as a protect

Like I was hypnotized. Suddenly, the door slammed, snapping me out of my zombie zone. "I am so sorry, didn't mean to startle you". Xavier muttered, staring at me with his cute hazel eyes. Something in his eyes made me feel safe and I smiled at him. "It's okay, babe". I am just tired and all... He cups my face and gives me a quick peck. "We will soon get home, princess". Then he fixed his seat belt and sped off. I never told him what I saw.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Valentine ignores him. “We need to figure out what else you can do. Every vampire has attributes unique to them. You need to learn yours.” My mouth is dry. “And if I don’t want to?” Valentine steps even closer, his voice quiet but razor-sharp. “Then you’ll die.” I hate him. I hate that he’s right. I hate that he’s forcing me into this with the constant threat of my death. As if I'm not already dead.