Vali The Oath Guard Novels & Stories

The Iron Guard outpost was a world of sharp corners and quiet efficiency. There were no soft edges, the people spoke in low, practical tones, and their eyes held a constant, weary vigilance. They had built a fortress against the chaos of the world, and Liora and her group were a piece of that chaos that had somehow gotten inside the walls. The next morning, Captain Valeria was waiting for them. She had swapped her riding leathers for a clean, grey tunic, but the severity in her posture remained.

“I’m not trespassing. I was called.” “All who bear the mark are called,” she said. “Few are chosen.” Vale stepped forward, his claws half-bared. “You’ll harm her over my dead body.” The figure turned her gaze on him. “You already broke your oath, Adrian Vale.” He went rigid. I looked between them. “She knows you?” Vale’s voice was low. “She knows everyone who ever swore to the First Blood. Including your mother.” The guardian extended a hand toward me. “Step forward, child of two worlds.”

“At the southern gorge. Early morning. We didn’t get too close, but… it wasn’t just a patrol.” Mira’s eyes narrowed. “Go on.” Tessa glanced briefly at me, then at Lykan. “It was the Alpha’s trusted aide. The one they call Valric. He was there. Along with two high-tier guards—the elite ones. They were speaking with outsiders. Cloaked. Armed. Not Moirea.” My blood chilled. Valric. He wasn’t just a guard—he was the Alpha’s right hand. The kind who never acted without purpose. Maren stepped forward. “They exchanged something. We couldn’t see it at first. But when we got closer, we saw the outsiders hand over a heavy bag—likely a coin. Valric opened it, checked it, and then nodded.”

He moves his hand upwards, so that his thumb is beneath my jaw and two fingers are on either side. He clenches his fingers and tenses his hand, squeezing my jaw so hard it throbs. "You swear to this, Val?" Hunter says, his eyes still locked on me. "I do," she says. "You swear you would not lie to you alpha." Out the corner of my eye, I see her looking at Hunter. I can see her weighing him against me. But finally she says, "I swear." Val has chosen to save my life. "Hunter, I will do anything to earn your forgiveness," I say, quickly, jumping in.

I roared at the guards, wondering why they were standing and looking like they didn’t know what to do. I know this strength was created so it can be destroyed. A gift given to you by the Moon Goddess would never make you look like this, so I have to become a guardian to Kieran and help him win this fight. “Now you’re all alone in here while your friend is somewhere lost in the forest. You can surrender, and I'll let you go after I’ve finished having sex with your lady over there.” He pointed to Valeria, wearing a wide smile on his face.

"Take the vanguard! Flank the throne room perimeters! Keep those skeletal crawlers off my mate!" "AT ONCE, HIGH ALPHA!" Captain Vane’s voice bellowed, leading three hundred heavy-shield Stormfang warriors into a defensive crescent behind us. "High Alpha, let my Imperial Guard assist you!" High Sovereign Valerius offered, stepping forward with his golden spear glowing with residual solar heat. "No, Valerius!" I countered, my gray eyes narrowing into two slitted beams of pure, deadly blue electricity. "Hold the rear line! This bastard tried to strike my Luna. He's mine."

I was expecting. Valen didn't say anything at first, stepping out of the car with a slow, deliberate calm while I clutched Alina tighter against my chest. “Lower your weapons,” Valen repeated, his voice much quieter than Zade’s. “Sir, we—” Valen didn't let him finish the sentence. He closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, wrapping his hand around the guard's jaw and snapping his neck in one fluid motion. The man hit the pavement like a sack of bricks.

“The one from Valerian?’ My heart tightened when my pack's name was mentioned. Valerian Pack. Even after the pack had died out, its name was still enough to cause a stir. Leon stopped in the middle of the hall. His voice was calm, firm, and resonant without needing to be raised. “Listen.” All the whispering immediately subsided. “Starting today,” Leon began his announcement. “This woman is under my protection. Her name is Rhea.” Gerald, a man in the front row, large with scars on his face, stepped forward. From his aura and demeanour, I knew he was no ordinary member. “Alpha,” he said, bowing briefly. “We heard that she is a survivor of the Valerian Pack.”

She looked down on the tree where she is standing and saw a body of a robber, again trying to make his way inside the mansion, but Xania already took care of him. Maybe… this is the best thing to happen. Even so, nothing is going to stop her from still, protecting this guy behind the scenes because in the end… …she will still Guard the Badboy. -THE END-

"Ms. Kane? This is James Morrison. I'm a private investigator, and I have information you might be interested in purchasing. Information about Leonard Heyden and his security guard." Victoria sat up immediately, fully awake. "Who gave you this number?" "That's not important," Morrison said smoothly. "What's important is that I have photographs, medical records, and surveillance data that prove Leonard Heyden has been lying to you, to his mother, and to everyone else about the nature of his relationship with Daveson Roarke." Victoria's mind raced. This was the person shopping the photos. The one her contact had warned her about. "I'm not interested," Victoria said carefully.