روايات وقصص ضمن Valkyrae Cum Tribute

Something about it didn’t sit right. But I had no time for games, my Luna and child’s life is in danger and I will eliminate all dangers. “Let’s move,” I barked, leading the alphas and warriors toward the awaiting chariots. The moon above glowed coldly as we set off, our mission clear; wipe out the enemy pack and make them pay for every drop of blood spilled. AURORA I stirred, my eyelids fluttering open as the soft glow of sunlight filtered into the room. My gaze swept across the familiar space before the memory hit me like a wave; the arrow.

“Worse than bankrupt. He’s in debt to men who don’t accept excuses. By tomorrow morning his creditors will tear him apart. The villa is all he has left, and even that will be seized within weeks.” She stared at me, anger rising fast and bright in her eyes. “You could have died,” she said, voice shaking. “They almost killed you. For a fucking trap?” “Yes,” I said quietly. “But I didn’t.” That was the wrong answer. Valencia’s eyes flashed like a struck match. She shoved herself up, kneeling on the mattress, fists clenched so tight the knuckles went white. “You didn’t,” she repeated, voice climbing. “You didn’t die. You just let them flay you alive. You let them brand you. You let them carve my

She looked at Thea before continuing. “Other stories tell of similar but benevolent beings,” Amethyst said. “The Valkyries. They were also associated with battlefields. They served the gods, taking the dead to Valhalla.” Thea looked at Xavier. He shrugged his shoulders. Thea turned back to Amethyst. “Are you saying bad vampires are Keres, and good vampires are Valkyries, but the Valkyries went extinct?” Thea said. “It’s a theory. Valkyries haven’t been heard of in a thousand years. The only people who might be old enough to know for sure are vampires. The oldest vampires,” Amethyst said.

"There shall be no mercy upon you and your underlings till Dante's death is avenged by my hands. This shall be my quest till my death." As the final words of my pledge rang out I plunged my claws into Quinton's chest. His screams echoed through the night air as I wrapped my fist around his heart and jerked it from his body. I raised my arm into the air, his heart still in my hand, and turned my head up to the night sky screaming out in rage. I heard a noise from over my shoulder and seen the other underling scamper away, leaving his master's body behind as he made his escape. I threw Quinton's bloody heart to the ground and rushed over to my beloved's body.

He did not recognize her as a member of this mansion and judging by her condition, bound limbs, poor situation, and ragged clothes, he knows she is a captive. Her smell is also unique, she is not a vampire. He frowned before advancing towards her, the voice of one of the elders echoing behind him. “This is the meal we have prepared for you Lord, it is a quality dish because it is about a virgin princess who has been raised to the title of a saint among humans” Vladimir frowned, what is this feeling in him? Why does this human seem to get his attention when she's just a tribute to those old bastards? He should fire her or so and those old crumbling ones. But yet, he walks towards her without

Raimere’s breath hitched and her body trembled more from anguish, than from the fear and pain that she felt at encountering a life and death ordeal. “Don’t worry, the Rogue Kingdom’s yearly tribute is just a week’s away, and it’s the perfect time for our clan to give tributes while helping you apologize for your offense to the Valerius clan.” Her father gave a satisfied smile that seemed to portray that everything worked out well. “We will give that half-breed as an extra tribute to the Valerius clan, and they will surely accept it willingly, cause even if she is a half-breed, that bastard child of mine was still born with a lunar gift.”

But before I could storm out, Zaqriel’s voice stopped me. “Valkyrie is not a man.” I turned. His eyes caught mine, blazing, stripping every shield I thought I had. “Valkyrie is a bloodline. MY bloodline.”

"I need it to be broadcasted live across the packs, my reputation has been ruined and I want the whole world to know whether truly I'm a traitor." With Alpha kael signal, the camares was set and the live broadcast started, I stepped forward and Raine handed me the staff one more time. "I, Lyra Vale, the daughter of the previous Alpha of Blood Hollow Pack stand before the Sacred Alter Of the Moon Goddess to swear that I never collided with the rogues, neither did I Betray my pack or plot treason, if I'm so guilty, I implore the moon goddess to strike me dead right now."

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

When Nyra finally gave the word, everyone would remember exactly why the Vale brothers were feared. And when that day came… not even the Moon Goddess herself would save Vanessa Thorne from us.