Valeria Cod Novels & Stories

I demand. A shadow of a smirk plays on her face. “The real question is why haven’t you told me?” That question makes me hesitate—because I know she’s fishing for something she can use against me. Valeria comes from a noble family. She’s not a Lycan, nor a royal, but the first-born daughter of a very influential Alpha with relatives in the Royal Court. That is how we met.

Validator Tag: 0933-V-Alt/Node. Her breath caught. It matched a backup key given to Valerie, a trusted validator strategist. A woman Camellia once mentored. She slammed the terminal.

and saying too much. “Gosh, Alessia, how could you spill everything after just a few glasses?” she muttered, cursing her low alcohol tolerance. She had snuggled into Valeria’s arms, pouring her heart out about Leonardo and how he had shattered her world. A wave of regret hit Alessia like bricks. She tore at her hair in disbelief. “How could I be so careless? Anyone could be Leonardo’s spy.” “Someone’s up, I see.” Valeria strutted into the room, wearing a skintight bodysuit paired with long black stiletto heels. Her brown curls cascaded down her back, reaching her waist, and her lips were painted a perfect shade of red.

The photograph felt like a live wire in my hands. Lanc, so young, his face unlined by the bitterness and obsession that would later consume him. And her. Valeria Sable. Not a historian, but a ghost from his past, with a laugh that seemed to mock the tragedy that followed. V.S. The initials were a brand, searing a new, unknown chapter into a story I thought was complete.

“Yes, you are right. You see, we asked each other what we both see in the future, and she told me that she sees herself being free. Free from me. I don’t know where that came from, but now I’m starting to think that it’s from Ivy showing up at my room when she was there.” She goes silent for a moment. I wait for her to say something revolutionary, but in the end, she just says, “Wow.” “Well?” I prompt. “Do you think it’s just me being a man-whore before she came up?” “To be honest, I don’t think so.” She pauses to think. “You saw it for yourself. Miss Valeria grew up in an unstable home. There are things that she seems to be hiding about herself, about her past. She seems to have suffered a

"Here, ma'am. You'll need to change your clothes. Liam's men could be closing in on us, and we can't afford to take any chances." Valeria nodded, her fingers trembling as she accepted the bag. She retreated to a nearby restroom, her pulse pounding in her ears as she hastily changed into the spare clothes provided. ‘Goodness! My life has never been easy.’ The fabric felt foreign against her skin, a stark reminder of the life she had left behind.

Do you realise the councils have the right to lock you up? You won’t see the daylight ever again,” she said, and Valeria smiled.“You councils have limited power. You can’t lock me up unless the gods and goddesses approve it. There is no petition against me yet, so you can’t do anything,” she said, and I was surprised. How does she know this?“And what if we get the petition done?” She asked.“Who is going to sign it? Are you forgetting the gods and goddesses are rebelling against you all? You don’t deserve to sit on such a throne. You are all filled with hypocrites, and let’s not forget your relationship with Vladimir. He is committing so many atrocities and doing all sorts of evil, and you d

Everything was right, at last. Luca wandered past behind him, cradling a mug of coffee, still shirtless, clearly making himself at home. Ryder trailed after him, yawning and muttering something about needing better espresso. They’d both moved in after the chaos had ended, claiming the guest wing. Family. Finally. For the first time in their violent, bloodstained lives, there was warmth. But peace never lasted long. Somewhere across the ocean… Valeria’s stilettos clicked across the cold stone floor as she walked into the underground vault. Her long dark hair shimmered like obsidian, her lips painted the color of blood. She moved like a viper—dangerous, seductive, unhinged.

VALERIA [Flash back] My name is Valeria Hoover, most of my close friends call me Val. I'm the illegitimate daughter of Beta Sam and an Omega of the lowest rank in The Enchanted Shadows pack. My job is to clean and scrub. My father, who feels disgusted by my sight even though I have his blood flowing through my veins. The hatred he bore for me increased a thousandfold when he married Camilla. She made things worse for me. I had no idea who my biological mother was, and when I tried to find her, there was no trace of her existence. When I tried to ask my father about her, I faced cruel insults and brutal beatings, which eventually led to the assault.

“I have a mate—and a wife. Nothing is going to happen between us.” My jaw tightened as I stood up, irritation burning into my chest. What the hell…? He was still clinging to that ridiculous mate bond. And this woman—what exactly was she doing? Did she not even know how to fucking seduce a man? “Liam… she’s nothing, just an orphan beta… she doesn't deserve you," Valeria said softly as she stood up, her hands trailing up his arm, her touch lingering. I watched closely, waiting as my mind anticipated.