Valentine Yugioh Novels & Stories

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

“He wanted to make you his sex toy, but I can't allow that when you're already mine.” Ilya's eyes cloud. “I'm not yours, and I'm not a fucking sex toy.” Valen smiles, a glimmer of madness in his eyes. “That's not for you to decide, darling.” He says firmly and then takes a drag of his cigar. Without warning, he moves in for Ilya's lips, but Ilya reacts faster as he immediately moves his face away, but Valen roughly pulls his face back. Ilya's brows furrow in protest as Valen gets closer.

(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠)(⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠) HAPPY VALENTINE Y'ALL. SENDING BIG HUGS TO ALL MY DEAR READERS, MUAHH!!(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

This was the power of time and space—no restrictions were validated. Diana did not give the behemoth any reprieve. Instead, she waved the Scepter of Fate once more. “Vaharin Urza!” On cue, several pentagrams in varied sizes appeared behind the floating Diana. As the gems embedded on the Scepter of Fate gleamed brighter, the Moon’s Tears resonated which was followed by the dozens of pentagrams merging into one gigantic pentagram. In a matter of minutes, while the behemoth was wailing on the ground, the huge pentagram floated above Diana.

"Oh is not what you think! I love this! All of these gifts! But I didn't get you anything yet!" Kade sighed with relief and began to shake his head, smiling. He got up and went to get his device, where he quickly typed. "If you accept to be my Valentine, then that will be my gift. You don't have to give me anything back. Just don't let me hanging like this with uncertainty, when I really want you to be a part of this special day." Viorra smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes I want to be your Valentine… thank you for making me so happy Kade!"

Episode 1 "Over my dead body!" Valentine yelled above the loud music coming from the spacious living room. As she stomped on the helpless stairs heavily, her long nightwear seemed to beg for mercy as well as it swept the bare floor. Tony was seated in his favorite rollercoaster chair as he played his life game. "Not again! What's it this time!" He yelled naughtily. "Will you turn off that trash right now!" Valentine yelled back at the teenager, her eyes were blazing with fury.

He went in, locked the door, and found himself in a small dark office. It was nothing like the bright clean rest of the institute. Bookshelves lined the walls full of old books and scrolls. The air smelled of old paper and leather. Valentine sat at the big wooden desk in the middle of the room. His eyes got narrow as he opened the bottom drawer. He took out an old yellow scroll with worn edges. This scroll was the key... the last part of the puzzle he'd been trying to solve for a long time. He opened the scroll with care, his eyes moving across the old writing until he spotted the part he wanted. It talked about a mixed-breed, someone who would finish off the supernatural council and bring a

His golden eyes snapped open, blazing. Standing over him was a man—familiar, yet not. The broken body of an enemy vampire, healing, coming back to life and animated by something infinitely older. “Grandfather,” Rio whispered. Adonis smiled faintly. “Well done, my boy. But you are not finished yet.” Junie’s heart pounded as Adonis extended a hand to Rio. “Come. Let me show you what it means to truly be Valentine.” Rio hesitated, blood still dripping down his jaw.

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.

Ethan’s P.O.V Valentina stared hard at the broken glasses, and she withdrew her shaky hands ignoring me as though I wasn’t there, she began to pick up her books from the floor, and one of them caught my eyes. It was a plain white book with folded edges, it seemed like a fictional book. “Valentine’s Day” was the supposed title, it was written in bold blood-red letters, I was interested in the book because this is the first time I’ve seen such a unique title.