Valerian And Laureline Books Novels & Stories

King Rafael stuttered, staring down at the motionless bodies of his own people. Prince Berthiel quickly got down and took a wine cup that was half filled with wine. He sniffed it then scrunched his nose. "Father, their wines have been mixed with valerian root. Don't worry. They're not dead. Just sleeping." Everyone heard this and finally stopped screaming or panicking. They began to wonder who could have mixed their wines with valerian root. Valerian root is a kind of herb that was used to make people fall into a deep sleep. It was also known to cure insomnia.

Valerie laughed, wiping blood from her lip. “I changed my mind.” She spat the blood to the side and stood, one hand still pressing her damaged ribs. “You’ve grown stronger,” Loren muttered. “Sad you couldn’t keep the pendant,” Loren added, smirking. Valerie chuckled softly. “Really?” She raised a hand, her fingers opening slowly. The pendant gleamed in her palm. Loren froze.“Impossible… how—” Valerie grinned, bloody teeth flashing. “Sister… I grew smarter.” *********

What they knew was still limited: the witches were sacrificing humans for reasons unknown to them, and turning the dead into undead, it won't be a far stretch to think they were involved in the killings of the vampires and Lycans before turning them, all leading up to some bigger scheme, but they were still pretty clueless, maybe if. I was lost in that storm of thoughts when the scent of earth after rain washed over me .My entire body stilled, nerves lighting up like stars. I inhaled deeply, the scent curling into my lungs, my body relaxes as his scent coarse through me, my heart pounded as my eyes scanned the kitchen looking for the source Valerian. My heartbeat stuttered as my eyes landed

“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.”

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.

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.

Ingrid's pov I stirred a small pinch of valerian powder into Luna Kayla’s tea with shaking fingers. It wasn’t enough to knock her out—just a little dose to make her sleepy until evening. She was already so exhausted from all the research and emotional chaos that I doubted she’d even notice. Still, I hated myself for doing it. “I’m sorry,” I whispered under my breath as I slid the cup across the table toward her. “Just sleep until tonight. Let me handle this.”