Valerian And Laureline Books Novels & Stories

“So, what’s the little bastard been up to now?” Oliver’s sharpened features softened. “Evelyn was right,” he said calmly. “Apparently, Michael had been asking around about a certain type of plant.” “And what, pray tell, makes this plant so special that it would have my dear Stepbrother asking around?” He read through most of the papers to finally come across the unsettling answer to his question. His eyes nearly jumped out of his head. “What the fuck is he doing searching for Valerian root?!” Alexander was by no means proficient when it came to the vast world of plants and their medicinal properties. However, Valerian root possesses the natural essence to relax, sedate, and make someone fall

“Me.” “You, Neris if conscious, and two recorders who are not afraid of you.” His expression said that might be the hardest requirement of the day. Across the ward-line, Valerian took one unhurried step closer. The stones hissed. He stopped just before the chalk mark Lorelai had drawn. “You mistake interruption for protection,” he said. “The road answered her because she is Veyr. The blood answered me because I know what her line was made to become.”

Jealousy? No. It couldn’t be. I couldn’t allow it. What business had I being jealous that my captor, my tormentor, reserved softness for another woman? And yet… the sting was there, deep. I waved it off; it can’t be. I hate this man with passion… “This soup has valerian root… It is an ingredient usually used for men, a sleeping draught mixed with alcohol… But to cats it drives them crazy when they perceive it; they want to claw at anything and anyone… So definitely, someone anticipated this outcome and calculated Lady Chelley.”

Chapter 39: Reclaim The study was bathed in dim light as the glow from the desk lamp barely stretched beyond the surface of the polished mahogany desk. The place was filled with the scent of aged whiskey and the faint trace of gunpowder. To anyone, it would seem that he was in peace. Yet right now, Valerian was restless. He was seated in his leather chair with broad shoulders relaxed, and fingers tapping in an unhurried rhythm against the desk. But beneath the stillness lay something dangerous. A storm was held back only by the thin thread of control he had left.

I remembered fragments—trying different toys, losing consciousness, when it was almost dawn, and waking up to Valerian drying my hair and whispering that it was time to leave. If not for my vehement refusal, he probably would’ve carried me to the car. The thought of the others seeing that made me shudder. Xavier and Rory led the way in their car. Valerian and I followed, with the others bringing up the rear. Watching Valerian drive from under my lashes felt surreal. His silver hair fell messily over his face, covering one of his eye, and his profile looked almost too perfect. His features didn’t seem like they were meant to go together—his sharp jaw, sculpted nose, and full mouth, each made

“It was because I am a selfish man, Travis simply wanted to get back at me.” “I see…” He massaged his chin softly. “Somehow Valentina got herself involved in a love triangle, between best friends.” “That is not important right now.” I scolded and he flushed beet red, “Do you know the book Valentina always likes reading?” “Um…” He went into deep thought for a while, and then he shrugged. “I know she reads a lot of books, but I haven’t actively, tried to look at her book.” “There is this particular book, she loved to read, it’s a plain white book, and the title is Valentine’s Day.” I narrated taking the next five minutes of my time to describe just how the book looks. “The author’s name was Gu

The last one was slightly bent— probably by a millimeter. Without much though I reached for it and nudged it so it was perfectly straight and aligned with the rest. "Don't." The sharp voice of Valerian spoke causing me to jump and almost drop the files. He turned around his eyes fixed intently on the pen I had just touched. Valerian walked towards me his steps slow and deliberate and my heart raced in my chest hitting against my sternum. “I have a system,Sereia.” He said his voice dangerously low as he reached out and moved the pen back to the exact way it was.

What use could I possibly have to him? The woman stepped closer, her boots clicking against the floor. “Useful?” she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. “She’s a Valisteen. She’s nothing but trouble, and you know it.” “That’s enough, Lydia,” Dylan said, his tone cold and final. Lydia froze, her expression hardening. She looked at me, her eyes blazing with something between hatred and jealousy. “Fine,” she spat. “But when this blows up in your face, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Esmeralda scoffed, “And why would he want that?” Valerie pointedly looked at Laylin’s womb, making her uncomfortable. “He wanted to breed a specie that could transcend all creatures. A mix between the most powerful species, the Red Witch and the Royal demons. so?” She raised a brow at Laylin asking her if that being existed in her womb. "Have you helped him accomplish his dream?" ................ Laylin felt rigid like a statue, sensing multiple pairs of eyes fixated on her. “I’m n-” “Valerie, you are being extremely rude.” Esmer cut her off. “The demon is supposedly trapped in this book and right now our concern is dealing with the outrage the 'Foretold' has brought." Valeri clamped her mou

Though dim, the name held weight. Everything froze inside me. One sentence after another, my fingers shook as I turned each page. "Month 4: The pure energy of the Valerian bloodline has been shown to accelerate Alpha Targarion's stabilization process. However, the side effects on Valerian's hosts are fatal. Their bodies are unable to withstand the forced withdrawal of energy. The initial symptoms are similar to rapid cellular decay..." Buried under the note sat a rough drawing of some kind of ceremony. Much like what Leon did down in the basement that evening, rings inside rings marked with old signs. Yet something extra caught the eye near the bottom, scribbled quietly in fresh red ink.