Vali The Oath Guard Novels & Stories

"My sons have told me a lot about each of you. I look forward to having you all here at the compound. This right here is my head of security, Jax Tyler, you will report to him." Over the next several weeks, I learned that this place is like its own military base. We were each assigned a room in the bunkhouse and given ID badges with access to certain areas. While during the probation period, we were not allowed inside the main house, we could only guard the outside. Jax took us to the range a lot to learn more about what skills we each had. We also did a lot of training in the garage. While talking to a few of the guys that had been there for a while, I was warned about Ophelia. They told me

I stated flatly. I reached up, my small, pale hand gripping the heavy leather collar of his armor. "You locked your generals in the deepest cells of Level Three," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Beta Torin. General Kael. Elder Vance. You stripped the Vanguard of its commanders out of paranoia. But Valerius didn't use Torin to infiltrate this keep. Valerius used the Warlock. The Warlock opened the door, and the Warlock is dead."

“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.”

Like a prince in this empire who is distinct from our crown prince. The young man with whom I had been dancing now kneels in front of me and kisses the back of my hands as the music stops. "Well, I guess you leave me no option," he says as he pauses. My eyes enlarge. As I need to carry out my plans, I don't want to be the center of attention right now, but it appears that things are about to change. The young guy I know as Valen appears to swear an oath to a woman, causing the onlookers to gasp, some of whom widen their eyes, while others simply don't care. Nevertheless, I do...