Vallyk Pena Novels & Stories

His dark hair hung loosely around his face, and a jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw. One after another, the wolves behind him shifted into their human forms as well. The fighting slowed. Everyone knew who he was. Varg. Leader of the Vile Fang Clan. His cold eyes swept across the valley before his lips curled into a smile. "Kaelen!" His voice thundered through the settlement. "I know you're here." Silence before a cabin door opened and Kaelen stepped outside. His wound from the silver arrow was still bandaged beneath his shirt, but his posture remained as imposing as ever.

He bellowed in defiance, “Prince Habeb! I know you by your voice, even though your face is covered with a mask. I am a man of prudence, so if you add 'fearless' you have fully rated me. I do not talk with pride as you do. To blame your evil intent is nothing; for we are the underdog nation. We have been fulfilling our own terms with the Emperor by paying our tributes to him so we can live in peace, but you have come to shatter our peace deliberately for unworthy reasons. Love for goodness sake has no connection with war. You do not love Banabella. You are a scoundrel. You murdered the true heir to the throne of the Empire of Suramy. Your gods got you confined to a sick-bed because of your si

Valerie suggests as she helps Sandy sit on the chair. "I can try." "Yonnae, Wolfsbane, Vlandura– these herbs were taught to us at the pack house. Vlandura has healing properties," Valerie mutters before immediately taking three small bottles with blue liquid along with the syringes. She turns to me and places a syringe and the bottle of Vlandura in my hand. "This is the Wolfsbane they used on us and this is the healing potion. Keep them on you, Nikki." She gives one bottle and syringe to Sandy before approaching the unconscious man. She plunges the syringe into his neck and makes sure the entire dose has been injected into his system before rushing to Sandy.

one deity said. He saw Valkash flashing a devious smile. He drew near to him and whispered in his ears, " I told you she's mine," he said. Tyr felt his temper rage up with what he heard. That was a forbidden word. No one should be saying that to me! No one can touch it here! No one can take her away from me! No one! He thinks. So, he raised his hand, and his weapon appeared in his grip. It was a crescent glaive, huge and spewing icy blue or sometimes scarlet fire.

Obsessive. Valentina. Always Valentina. The same eyes. The same shy smile. The same face. Hundreds of sketches. Hundreds. Some realistic. Some abstract. Some unfinished. All her.

Now treating the little mess that she made as a fun way to have things. “Tsk!” Valerie click her tongue in dismay. Gripping the helm of her sword and without any doubt will make her move to cut through Pauleen. “Just do not blame me if you end up losing a body part or two.” The atmosphere around them that’s drastically dropping and turning into a cold. Manifesting the element that was embedded inside Valerie and her animal infused of a dolphin. Pauleen patiently waited, with a now sinister smile. “Go ahead.” “Stop!”

“You’re fucking insufferable.” “Then stop wasting my time.” A pause, then a dragged out hiss. “You think I like doing this? You think I enjoy dragging half the fucking pack in here for you to reject like some spoiled prince?” Another girl, another flick of my finger. “Next.” “Say next one more time and I swear—” Finger flick again. “Next.” Valerie stares at me, her head tilted, face beet-red. “Are you fucking serious, Valen?” she screams. “That one was a catch. Did you even look at her hips? What the hell is your problem?”

My pussy visibly glistening, swollen lips parted, clit peeking from its hood, wetness dripping in a thin line down my inner thigh. Vale produces the collar from his pocket. Black leather. Soft inside. Heavy silver O-ring. He turns it and I see the engraving: Property of Vale & Kane. He buckles it around my throat. Slowly. The leather is warm from his body, warm against my pulse, my racing pulse, and when the lock clicks shut, a moan falls out of me. Low and needy and involuntary. The weight of it is solid. Real. Permanent. “On your knees,” Vale says.

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.