Valerian Graphic Novels & Stories

Valerius stood in the center of the crimson dust cloud, his chest heaving with heavy, ragged breaths, his bare forearms radiating waves of intense, heat-haze energy that melted the frost on the stone steps into clouds of rising steam. He turned his head, his burning crimson eyes locking directly onto Baron Vanehart and Lady Morrigan standing paralyzed on the high dais. "Did you not hear my brother, Vanehart?" Valerius purred, his voice smooth, dark, and laced with a psychotic, terrifying pleasure as he stepped up the stairs toward them. His long, three-inch fangs glistened with venom, catching the bright glare of the sun.

Gracie read her book throughout making sure to ignore them. Liyana drew pictures. Lots of them. The beach, the villa and stick figure that looked suspiciously like Valerian. "Who's that?" I asked. "Mr. Puzzle." She held it up. "See? He's grumpy." Valerian looked at the drawing. "I don't look grumpy." "You always look grumpy." Liyana said it like a fact. His mouth twitched. "I'll work on that." She nodded seriously. "Good."

They were relentless, their stamina endless. Elara lost track of how many times she came. Her voice grew hoarse. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Cum leaked from every hole, coating her thighs and the platform beneath her. When they finally allowed her to rest, she was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess shaking, crying, and strangely satisfied. Valerian cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair. “You are handling us better than any human before you,” he murmured. “We are becoming addicted to you, little one.”

Valerian remained silent for a while. He just exhaled as he continued to scroll through the tablet. In one article, Valerian moved his finger. The next article, he moved on again. Nearly all the headlines on the screen were about the same things. Among them were the new Luna of Orvanthor, the rain on the night of the blessing ceremony, the failed curse, and, of course, Valerian and Vaughn. Valerian placed the tablet on the table. Then he looked at Vaughn. “What do you think?”

He just let his guard down. ​"Okay, okay, let's just pretend that I didn't hear those." I told them, and they both got into the car. ​"Nah, there's no thrill now!" Valerian said, and he stayed quiet for the rest of our trip. ​Valerian is literally the carbon copy of Jayce. He's quite bossy and often gets sulky. Valerius, on the other hand, is a jolly kid, and he's very friendly. They even have the same traits as their dads!

Trigger warning: This novel contains graphic scenes of violence, torture, gore, and psychological trauma. It also explores themes of war, death, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Not suitable for sensitive readers Valerian POV: The witch was still unconscious, His head was slumped forward, blood dried on his face from the beating i gave him earlier when I captured him. He looked half-dead already, didn't matter Then I turned to Refeal. “Water.”

She insisted. Valerian look so happy as he head to the bathroom to take a bath. While waiting for Valerian to come out of the bathroom, she went to the bookshelf and choose something interesting to read then she noticed the book which is the back page is color red. She knows that Valerian loves the color red, she get the book. As she read the title, a grin plastered on her lips. "Oh, what are you reading?"Valerian said as he was drying his hair using the fabric towel.

I sent you here to carry out an order not to joke around" Valerian says harshly. He doesn't wait for a response before turning to me. Honestly, this part of Valerian scares me. I haven't seen him since the day he stormed out of my room and I have no idea what he's thinking. His face is closed off and unreadable. "Are you ready?" he asks me. "We need to get going". I sit up, fully awake now. "Where are we going?" He doesn't answer for a while, instead turning to Creek and giving him some form of silent order. Creek nods once and leaves. Valerian faces me and finally cracks a smile. "You're looking better," he says softly tracing my cheeks with his finger. I smile, shakingly still unsure about

“I’d like to see you try. You’re still too much of a coward to come at me directly.” “Careful, Cassiel,” Valerian warned, his voice taking on a sinister edge. “You’re acting awfully brave for a man who doesn’t realize his own house is compromised. You think those guards of yours are loyal? How many of them did you bother to vet personally? Or did you just take whatever riffraff looked competent enough?”

Valerian gathered Thane close to him in his large bed, burning the memory of how it felt to hold Thanerick in his arms deep into the memory banks of his mind as they slowly drifted into deep sleep. Valerian awoke to loud, booming knocks upon the main door of his bedroom chamber. He turned to see Thane still fast asleep and noticed dawn had barely begun it's slow ascent as it peeked through the windows. The pounding knocks intensified as Valerian growled quietly, whoever felt it was urgent had better be dying. He climbed from the bed and threw his breeches on, leaving them undone and hanging low along his hips; staying shirtless as he refused to put a tunic on. Whoever it was, would simpl