Valiente Ferdinand Novels & Stories

She stepped inside, setting her suitcase at the edge of the bed before turning to thank Hastan. Even from a distance, his very presence commanded posture. Lieutenant Colonel Hastan Maheswara—in his early thirties—bore a physique that seemed carved for military authority: tall, broad-shouldered, a frame that filled out the sharp lines of his green uniform, and a spine that had never known defeat. His stride was steady, precise, as though every click of his boots followed an unseen command.

Daddy is one of eight Enders in existence. I will say as far as they went, he wasn’t the worst. The things that he destroyed or took to his realm to punish deserved it for lack of a better term. The things he brought back to Ethos or sent to another world, rather than killed were beings he felt worthy to save. Luferine only keeps the rarest and most powerful of creatures in his keep. There was a point and time I wondered about being one of them, the rarest and most powerful. Wishful thinking. Not because I wanted to be a slave, but because I hoped that I would become strong enough to free myself.

) Ferdinand clenched his fist and grinned. “It’s too late, Verno; I will win our battle, bring justice to Josephine’s death, and make Scarlett pay for all your sins!” (“Enough. I know Josephine isn’t the only reason for all of this! I can’t believe you’d risk your life in the pit!”) Ferdinand came to a halt and threw the items in front of him. “Shut up! Just sit there and watch your beloved granddaughter die!” (“Fernando—!”)

Liam said flatly. Ferdinand’s gaze fell on the familiar wooden box before the grave. His chest tightened sharply. He reached out, his fingers trembling, wanting to touch it but not daring to—only to see Liam pick it up first and slip it into the inner pocket of his coat. Ferdinand stiffly withdrew his hand, his voice dry. “I thought… you hated them—the mother and daughter.” “I do hate them,” Liam replied evenly. “But did you ever care?” “The one you should hate most is me.”

She refused to even think about it. “Yeah, no.” She shuddered at the thought alone. “You will not disappoint with my night duty, though.” A mischievous curved as his finger traced along his abs under that tight garment. Honestly, Shadow almost squealed a curse. This man was so disgusting. Controlling her voice, she pointed at the collapsed underground pathway. “Do you wish to see the ice dragon again?” Only then did Ferdinand’s complexion change for the worse. The newfound smile dissipated. “Honey, no matter how much I favor you, we can’t go on killing my subordinate. Vilfredo is essential for conquering the world.”

Henry punched his fist still keeping them by his hip. "I have a choice. I can choose to be prince, and I can decide to let go of my title." Williams kept his voice at bay, face hardened, head stiff. "You, you propose in your incapable and imbecile of a mind that have the audacity to disobey my orders?" Williams used a shield of endurance to take in that sentence. "I will do as I choose to, your majesty." Williams asserted. His fists clenched tightly. His eyes did not leave the floor, if it came in contact with the king's eyes, he wouldn't be able to hold all the hatred that was tumbling inside of him.

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

I questioned him. I thought Alessandro at least would be a little upset about his father's death; I mean, his father was there for him since he was a baby, so I would understand if he shed a few tears, but then again, Alessandro doesn't really care for anyone except me, I hope. "I'm not sad; I'm happy you got justice for your mother's death; she would be so proud of you. Anyway, he was a piece of shit. He doesn't deserve to be called a father"

“Ferdinand, it was your brother’s fault for ambushing the Black Dragon army and causing the death of many of my comrades-in-arms. I didn’t expect you to repeat the same mistake.” James approached him and lifted Ferdinand by his collar. “Do you really think I won’t kill you?” “H-Have mercy, Black Dragon! The border is at peace, and you’re no longer the Black Dragon General. If you kill him, a war could break out.” “Is that so?”, James sneered. Immediately, his face darkened. He grabbed Ferdinand’s neck and curled his fingers around it forcefully. Ferdinand’s neck let out a sharp snap, and he died before he could say anything else.

In the same place and face to face. Ferdinand dropped down his knees and reach for her hand. He was crying in the rain when he felt that it was really her. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for failing you, my love." "Shh." She stepped closer to him and hugged the back of his head. He cried harder as he shoveled his face on her stomach. "It's not your fault, my husband." She bit her lips. She finally touched him. They stand there for long and him crying and asking for her forgiveness. Years of being apart was hard for them. For Ferdinand, he felt that his half had died. He becomes a rebel and he hates the world.