Vali The Oath Guard Novels & Stories

‘Poachers? “I know what you told me.” Aedre told the younger. “But this is what I’ve been training for all my life. A guardian’s life is all about protecting what we deemed important to us.” “Life’s not only about that.” Tivona argued. “It’s also about living it to the fullest so that you can wake up another day to do what you loved to do. Tell me, is all being a guardian worth it?” The other didn’t answer as she just looked away and waited.

Alpha Valeria sneered at him. "Open your mouth and talk now before I kill you with my bare hands!" He groaned and gritted his teeth. He lifted his head up and looked him in the face before he slapped him. For a moment, Valen had to admit that this was not the brother he grew up with. His skin instantly tightened; he is scared. "You are drunk, and you will regret this day. You slapped me? Over what exactly?" Valen asked him, pretending to be innocent. "Are you saying the guard who saw you was lying, or are you saying the CCTV footage wasn't correct? You think I wouldn't find out?" Valen's body began to quiver out of fear. His face turned weak, and he glued his face to the ground.

He did not speak again. Word of these punishments moved through the pack. Some watched in fear. Others watched with small sparks of hope. They thought: He is strong. He will make us strong. Or they thought: He is cruel and will break us. Valen did not want to hear their quiet talk. He wanted only action. He gave them rules like knives. Wake when he said, run until he calls, no food until you earn it, and never question. A few tried to disobey. A young man left the yard for water without permission. A guard saw him and brought him back. Valen stood with his head high and told the guard to bring the boy to him.

The bed, and other assortments in the room being to hover, their eyes roll in the back of their head and the fluid in the chalice beings to disappear… Nirvana is the village that is granted to the noblest of humans. There are no whore dins or any fornication happening out in the public, though it still has its criminal element. The hydralisk guards march through the streets of the village like they owned the very ground that they walk on. The one who helms the platoon is none other than Valyn himself. The guards spread out to cover the back allies’ ways where there are small hovels and apartments. Two guards for each place of living. The hydralisk that is in charge of the living spaces pulls

“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?”

He had been so focused on me being an Omega. "My apologies." Valerian straightened slightly, forcing his expression back into place. "Anyway, I got a call from the patrol guards at the outskirts of the town." His expression tightened further as he added, "The Commander of Rainfall Pack hasn't just killed four of our patrol guards. They're threatening to cut the electric supply if we don't apologize personally!" The air immediately shifted, turning cold and suffocating. Kaelith's expression hardened as he leaned into the couch, fingers going still over his phone. "You are saying, they killed my people and are demanding an apology?"

“And what’s that word worth if we are all in danger? Do you want to follow him into a grave or save what’s left of the Serpents?” The only answer that met him was the deafening silence in the room so he pulled a small stone from his pocket and dropped it onto the table. “I have casted my vote. Let's take him out before he takes us down.” Slowly, the others mirrored his actions. One by one, the stones started to increase in numbers as they began voting. Some hesitant and some eager. Viper didn’t flinch as he fuelled the fire with calm words. “This isn’t rebellion, this is survival. Ghost built this club with blood, but if he can’t protect it, I owe it to him to protect it. Luca dies before da

"I am done letting old men decide my fate. I choose him, Father. As my partner. As my mate." Valen looked at us, bruised and battered, but standing united. He saw the defiance in my eyes. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "You are just like your mother," Valen muttered. "She never knew when to back down, either." He waved a hand at the guards. "Leave us." The guards exited the room. Valen looked at Ashren. "I can delay the arrest warrant, Alpha. I can claim you are under my personal jurisdiction. But I cannot stop the investigation."

"Is that really all she is to you?" Val's hands gripped the railing in front of him, knuckles white with tension. His eyes never left Alisha as she moved through her cooldown stretches, oblivious to the weight of his stare. The silence stretched. One second. Two. Five. He didn't answer. And in that silence, I had my answer. Val Phils Alpha of the strongest pack in the territory, keeper of ancient bloodlines, guardian of prophecies, had fallen completely, irrevocably in love with a woman who would leave him the moment her children were safe.

a guard said from behind. It was the guard without a wrist. Valoreth looked at him, his jaw tightening. “You know... I've been wondering. What happened to that missing wrist of yours? Lost it in battle?” “No, my Lord,” the guard replied, voice firm. “The previous king severed it after I hit Arianna while she was still a slave.” “That bastard loved her deeply. She turned out to be his weakness,” Valoreth chuckled. “What’s your name, blot?” “Orien, my Lord.”