Vali Highschool Dxd Novels & Stories

The young man dropped into a fighting stance, shifting his weight forward as his hands turned into claws. “You’ve never fought anyone like me,” he said. “The circuit made me a killer.” Valkira tilted her head and gave him a faint smile. “The circuit made you a performer. I’m a killer. There’s a difference.” The young man screamed and charged at Valkira, his boots pounding across the wooden floor as his claws stretched out. He swung his right hand straight at her throat. But Darius moved without thinking. He stepped forward and drove his shoulder into the young man before the claws could reach Valkira. The young man stumbled, his clawed hand slicing through empty air as Darius knocked him off

On the plus side, it was far too late in the day for us to be heading back to Valkyrie HQ, so I’d be spending the night in his arms, which sometimes, is all you need as a stress relief. Sighing, I kicked my feet up, pulling out my phone and calling Ironclad, the current president of the Gearless Knights. I don’t have the best working relationship with the Gearless Knights, so I knew this was going to be interesting, to put it politely. Ironclad: Duchess, that’s not a name I see pop up on my phone often. What’s happening in the world of the Valkyrie? The Duchess: Ironclad, good to speak with you. I don’t know if it’s gotten to you through the grapevine yet, but I recently took over and integr

But they composed immediately, trying to focus on the mission at hand. Dax raised his sword first charging towards him. But Valen moved like lightning. In two seconds, Dax was on the ground, bleeding bad. “DAX!” Ayla shouted. Dax was her closest friend from childhood who always stood by her side. Orion quickly jumped in as Valen's claws came out sharp. It was evident that he was stronger cause he had been consuming fresh human organs. Compared to us who didn't. I roared and charged in, now knowing I was the only one who could match him.

**1 year time skip** *Valerian’s P.O.V.* My fourteenth birthday was only a few days away. I was excited for tomorrow because my choir class had traveled to nationals for the competition. It was being held in a town that I knew very well. I had a lot of the solos since I was the only male and since I could hold a range of notes. My choir class loved me, but I was still bullied. The choir kids were only nice to me when we weren’t around Fang. Ever since the day they beat me up the bullying has gotten worse. I managed to keep it from my family so they wouldn’t worry, but I hated it. I didn’t want to move because Dad had a really great job there and Mom had friends as well as Tommy. I figured I

I smiled, stepping away from the railing. "The western road has been empty for a decade," Drax grunted, pulling his chair up beside me. "Let the ghosts haunt themselves. We have a harvest festival to prepare for." A loud, metallic clash of training swords echoed from the training ring near the lake. I looked down. Valen was sixteen years old. He was tall, built with Ashren’s incredibly broad shoulders and terrifying speed, but he had my dark hair. He was currently sparring with two massive wolfkin warriors simultaneously.

“All good sluts do.” She listened as the conversation continued, shoving two fingers into her pussy and fucking herself as they talked about her as if she weren’t even there. Or as if she was some object they admired. Her breathing grew quicker as the fire burned within her, her honey dripping over her fingers to coat her thighs and most likely the seat. “I hear that,” the kid said as he tapped the window. Finally, the light turned green. “Have a good night, boys,” Damien said with a quick wave, just as Valerie felt her orgasm hit. She screamed, arching her back, which pushed her tits out even more.

she asked without turning. “Dario Valenti. Ex-special forces. Quiet. Deadly. Loyal… so far.” “He’ll be dead before he blinks. Anyone else?” “There’s a woman—his new consigliere. No one knows her name. Doesn’t speak in public. But when she whispers… men disappear.” Victoria smirked, sipping the whiskey. “I admire women who keep their mouths shut and their knives sharp.” A long silence passed. The only sound was the low hum of the jet engines.

“Fine. I’ll have my men deliver the goods for free in exchange for your soldier. This is an offer you can’t refuse. He will make a good champion, and most of my biggest clients like to breed alphas more than Omegas. He will make a good sex toy.” Valen’s eyes twitch, and they darken like a storm taking over a bright night. “You can have him in hell.” With one swift movement, Valen pulls out his gun from the back and bangs; the sound echoes loudly in the space and he doesn’t give the men behind the bastard time to react as his bullets go through their skulls as well. Valen watches with glee as Mr. Vikar drowns in his own pool of blood. He smirks and tucks his gun away and looks at his soldiers

It meant burning whatever bridge still existed with Black Gold, with Joshua. "He'll see this as war," I said. "He already declared war when he hired Benita Murphy." Val's voice was gentle. "This is defending our position." "Our position?" "Your position," Val corrected. "If you want it." Through the window, I saw Diana teaching forms. Levi is running drills. Warriors I'd come to know. "Alisha..." He called quietly. I looked up. "This isn't charity," Val said quietly. "You've earned this. Not because you're running from him. But because you're good at this. And you made Blue Moon stronger."

I shrugged. “You can always bend the rules,” came a cool voice behind us. We turned. There stood a smirking, half-dressed warrior with battle scars sliced across his chest like a canvas of war stories. His aura screamed Alpha—and he made no effort to hide it. “I’m Valen Anderson. Crystal Blood. You must be the newcomers,” he said, fist-pumping each of us like we were already teammates. Something about him—his cocky tilt, the mischief in his eyes—told me he was dangerous.