Valerian Graphic Novels & Stories

They had a good working relationship and supported each other’s trades. Personally, I could never see why he chose to work with her. The Valkyrie was a small outfit with only a handful of patched members, I easily had four times their numbers. They were a small fish in a very big pond. I hated needing to buy guns from the Valkyrie… but needs must. I’d lost an entire shipment of cocaine, so I was down a lot of money. Recent problems meant I didn’t have the firepower to deal with this sort of shitshow.

There was a heavy, musty smell in the room—like old books and dried ink. And right there, sitting on the desk, was a journal. She didn’t have to guess whose it was. The crescent moon and wolf head symbol stamped on the cover said it all. Her father's mark. Valerie hesitated for a second, then reached for it and flipped it open. His handwriting filled the pages, rushed and messy like always. Notes, diagrams, strange symbols, even pieces of maps. But one title stood out: Project Loren Her eyes locked on the words.

He released a little of his pheromones, hoping to ease her discomfort. “Stay here. I’ll buy you suppressants,” Valerian said, turning to leave. But he had only taken two steps when he heard Luna sobbing. “Ah, shit!” Valerian cursed, turning around and going back to her. He couldn’t leave her like this. Valerian lifted Luna and sat her on his lap, his arms wrapping around her. He could feel her body trembling against his, and he wanted to hold her forever. But he knew he had to be careful.

Ray Valisteen. The first time I saw him, he was sitting at our kitchen table, a place far too humble for someone who looked like he belonged on the cover of a luxury magazine. His suit was sharp enough to cut through steel, his smile easy, almost disarming. But it was his eyes that struck me—dark, calculating, and cold. I was only fourteen, but I wasn’t stupid. Men like him didn’t show up out of nowhere. He wasn’t here for a simple family dinner.

"She's a tool, Alerion. A very valuable tool with royal blood that certain people will pay handsomely to access. Her personal happiness is secondary to the advantages she can provide." A sharp clatter from outside the door overshadowed his words. Something had been dropped, probably by someone who hadn't expected to hear themselves described as a tool in quite such blunt terms. I was moving toward the door before the sound finished echoing through the hallway. "I'll check on that," I said, but I was already crossing the room. I found Valeria in the hallway, kneeling on the floor surrounded by scattered papers and notebooks. Her research, from the looks of it. Pages covered in her careful han