Valerian Graphic Novels & Stories

Ergon asked. "What pictures?." "Pictures of you when you were younger, in school and so on." "Uhmm, yeah." "Great! Can I take a look at them please?" "No!" Valeria refused. "Why?." "Because I don't want you making fun of me," She said with a pout. "Jeez, and who said I was gonna make fun of you?" Ergon sighed. Valeria kept quiet. "You're a handful, okay, if you don't want me to take a look at your pictures, then please tell me something about yourself."

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

He was a vampire, and his needs were only just beginning to announce themselves. His name was Valerian, a name as ancient and commanding as the man. He did not rest on the antiseptic bed, but on a low dark-leather divan, his body a marble study of repose until the last flicker of sun had gone. Anya's breath always caught when he stirred. It was not a start, or a gasp, but an easy movement from statue to living flesh. His cognac-colored, older eyes would fly open, and the broad space would narrow, pulling energy into the vortex of his focus.

"Mom! Watch this!" I turned to the training circle just as a blur of golden light and shadow streaked across the grass. Valerian, now twelve and growing into his father’s broad-shouldered frame, lunged at his sparring partner. Unlike the other kids, Valerian’s shift was seamless, a terrifyingly beautiful blend of Fae agility and wolf power. He vaulted off a stone pillar, mid-air, and landed with the grace of a predator, his eyes glowing with a sharp, intelligent gold. He looked so much like Evan it made my breath hitch, but his temperament was all mine. Calculating, fierce, and extremely protective.

Soft, warm light. Delicious food on the table. And her special drink. No one else was there. Only Valera, me, and my pet cat, Vee. “Thank you for inviting me, Luna,” she said. “I never expected this.” I smiled and pushed the drink toward her. “You deserve it, Valera. You’ve worked so hard.” She hesitated, then picked up the glass. Our fingers brushed. I watched closely. Just one sip. And the problem would be gone.

-------- TO: Mackenzie Marshal FROM: Vincent Valiant I need those Wienhowser copies on my desk in ten. Vincent Valiant CEO of Valiant Industries … My fingers drum lightly on the keys, getting ready to reply, but I'd rather see his face as I drop the stack in front of him. I grab the copies from the corner of my desk, which have been sitting there all morning—I've had the copies done since Wednesday afternoon—and then without looking back cup them in my arm and storm into his office without knocking.

“And what do you propose? Rush into the dark with no direction? The Relic is not a trinket to stumble upon. Even the wolves have not found it.” At the head of the table sat Valerian, his crimson eyes calm, but terrifying. He looked younger than all of them, early thirties in appearance, but no one dared forget his centuries of power. The air bent subtly around him and silence always fell when he chose to speak. But tonight, he did not. He let them argue. The female at his right, Bethany, leaned forward with quiet poise. Her long fingers tapped once against the table, drawing attention.

Nic nodded gravely. Seth spluttered for a moment before shaking his head, his hands raising, "How-?! Why? We don't have Valerian in the house?!" "I know. But it is one of the plants we know that induces a much faster and deeper sleep. It's one of the herbaceous plants that are used by humans to help those who are struggling with insomnia and other treatments. " Nic heaved a calming breath. "You're saying someone deliberately put Valerian in the house? In all of the floors?" Seth hissed lowly because a group of she-wolves just passed through, laughing as they jostled each other.

KOL “Well, you’d better start mapping out a strategy,” Valeria says, the metallic click of the door lock punctuating her words as they re-entered the Riverside Duplex. “That little wolf is going to be howling for a bottle before you even realize what hit you. You need to nail down the major life choices before you’re wandering around in a permanent state of sleep-deprived delirium.”

"It's alright, I have plenty of stock. Let me pick another one for you? How about this one? It's also a premium quality Valerian." Larissa said expressionlessly, "This isn't genuine." Confused, the man looked at her questioningly. Larissa didn't lower her voice, and her words caught everyone's attention. The vendor sneered, "Are you here to stir up trouble? If this isn’t Valerian, then what is it? It comes with packaging and a certificate." Larissa countered, "You claimed it was premium quality, right?" The vendor fell silent. Larissa held up the packaging box and showed it to everyone.