Vali The Oath Guard Novels & Stories

“Valeria, you need to come with me. Now. You are misunderstanding things.” Valeria spoke, confused and anxious. “Dad? What’s—what’s happening?” Without another word, Liam presses a discreet button on his watch. Within seconds, two guards appear at his side, their faces stern. Valeria’s confusion deepens, and a flicker of fear passes through her eyes. Liam spoke to the guards, without breaking eye contact with Valeria. Take Ms. Valeria upstairs. Ensure she’s secured in her room and under constant watch. She is not to leave until I say so.”

"They are my blood. My mates's blood." ​"They are the children of the Black Winter and a traitor’s daughter," a new voice boomed. ​The infirmary doors didn't just open; they were commanded to part. Three men in heavy, charcoal-colored robes stepped inside. In the center was Elder Valerius, a man whose skin looked like yellowed parchment and whose eyes held the cold calculation of a winter vulture. Behind them stood a squad of the Temple Guard—warriors who answered only to the Council, not the King.

They were tasked with observing the Royal Guard’s movements and reporting any direct threats. “The Royal Guard patrols are heavier than anticipated,” Lyra reported back to Devon through a runner, her message encoded with Greyclaw tracking signals. “Valerius has sealed the main road to the Ironfang stronghold. He’s setting up checkpoints, turning away all travelers. His intent is clear: to prevent any further alliance or reinforcement.”

The Shadowclaw's guards moved forward, and their weapons drawn as they prepared to subdue Valen. “Hold him down!” one of them barked, their voices slicing through the tension. Valen’s focus remained entirely on Irwin, his feet instinctively taking a step back as the guards closed in. He didn’t flinch, didn’t acknowledge the danger, but his gaze never left her. “Hold Valen down!” the command rang out again, and the wolves surged forward, ready to attack.

“And you are?” He held up his hands to show he wasn’t there to harm. “Easy, Miss…” “Culverton,” Leah snapped. “Leah Culverton.” “Miss Culverton,” the man said, and smiled. “I am just gonna reach for my badge, okay? It’s all good.” Moving slowly, never breaking eye contact, he dipped his thumb and forefinger into his interior jacket pocket and pulled out the folded leather containing his shield and ID card. Holding them flat in his palm, he stepped slowly forward and extended his hand to her.

“Lucen Dorne swallowed my pride whole. Now Rayden demands it back, not with threats, but with opportunity. The world does have a cruel sense of humor.” “Not the world,” Orion said quietly. “Time.” Valerius stood. His steps were unsteady, but his gaze was firm. “Then I won’t run anymore.” He looked at both of them in turn. “Tell Rayden this, Valerius Solaris will take a new oath. I will stand beneath his banner, not as a ruler, but as a protector.” Anya studied him carefully. “Do not speak unless you’re certain you can keep it.” “Anya…” Valerius looked at her with an expression that sat somewhere between admiration and guilt. “I once treated you as a pawn. But now you stand here as a pillar.

“Watch the omega girl. Watch everyone. The King is distracted by the Hunt. The council is plotting. Seraphina is a snake. And we are the only ones who can see the whole board. We are the King’s last line of defense.” Valen stared at the other guard, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting loyalties and warring emotions. He was a man of honor, a man of duty. But his duty was a cage, a prison of his own making. And now, he was being asked to be a jailer, to guard the very people who were the source of his pain and his conflict. But he was also a man of his word. And he had given his word to the King. “Understood,” Valen said, his voice a low, grim murmur. “I will watch.”

While the boys were trying to figure out among themselves which of them fell asleep when he was supposed to be on guard, and because of whom they both almost gave me to be eaten by an entity from the Navi world, I just shrugged. - Could an oath of allegiance give protection similar to that of a family? - Stas asked his wife, appraisingly following the skirmish between his son and Vitya. The latter continued to sort things out, not paying attention to us.

Ash scoffs, “Then why didn’t you?” Vali sighs, “My last orders from my master, Dracula, still stand. ‘Protect my wives.’.” Kai smirks, “Protection, doesn’t mean obedience.” Vali turns and looks at him, like he’d never thought about it like that. “I mean we are planning on killing her, at our earliest convenience. But do you want to be her servant?” Vali shakes his head, “Then why stay with her? You have protected her for years, and yes, we know she hopes to bring your Master back, which we don’t want. No offence.” Vali smirks, “But, is your job done yet?” He hums thoughtfully,

“With all due respect, this is above your level of authority.” Valentin seethed, his chin tipping up as he continued to glare at the officer. Valentin stepped closer to the guard and I watched him swallow thickly. “Do you know who I am?” Valentin spat. “Of course, High Alpha Lunerly,” the man sputtered. “We thank you for our freedom.” “As you should,” Valentin’s eyes darted to look at me then leveled back with the guard. He jabbed a hand towards me. “If I hear one word about her treatment being less than optimal, I will raise the Hells.”