Valtor X Bloom Novels & Stories

The red-hot metal groaned and buckled outward. It was not Solas melting it. It was something pushing from the inside. The door flew off its hinges with a deafening boom. It slammed into the opposite wall, missing Solas by inches. A small figure stepped out of the steam-filled vault. Valen stood in the hallway. He was holding his wooden blocks in one hand. But he was not a child anymore. His eyes were burning with a terrifying, absolute gold light. The crescent moon birthmark on his chest shone through his shirt like a star. He was floating three inches off the ground.

The Blood Lotus on the floor seemed to pulse once, brightly, and then its light faded. Eventually, he shifted, rolling onto his side but keeping her tucked against him, his cock still nestled inside her. He nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent, now mingled with his, with sex, with satisfaction. Rivenna traced the line of his jaw with a languid finger. “So,” she said, her voice rough and sated. “The Blood Lotus. Verdict?” Valtor smiled, a true, rare smile that touched his ancient eyes. “I’d say the testing was a resounding success.”

RAINA’S POV “Back off!” I yelled, not knowing what I expected, but the twin flame in my palm erupted, blasting the Vel’sothar back with a furious screech. The second one faltered, hating the light. Hera landed a brutal back kick into him, and he bumped into the other. Heads collided, making them dizzy, staggering about. Suddenly, Valen’s soul blazed brighter, and I realized that it was responding to the flame. His soul wanted to live. I positioned the flame at his chest, hoping it would seep into him.

One of them drops an entire silver tray onto the marble floor with a deafening crash. Mother sighs heavily. "Wonderful," she mutters. "The apocalypse has arrived early." Valtor barely notices her. His crimson eyes lock onto me with murderous fury. "You lying piece of shit." I lean lazily against the window frame despite the instinct screaming at me to rip his throat out. "Valtor." My voice remains calm. "To what do I owe this tantrum?" He crosses the room so fast that several candles extinguish from the force of his power alone.

Adrian frowned briefly and reluctantly stepped away, making Bloom blink at him before her attention was drawn to Valerie. Bloom’s face deteriorated further to the most repined feeling she could ever tolerate towards another individual. Valerie smiled malignantly to the fiery hatred that sizzled and burned in the condemning orbs of the young woman and stood overbearing before her. Her sharp, discriminating eyes narrowed towards the child before rolling over to Bloom and she spoke, “It’s always quite the amuse to seldom see this intriguing mother and child pair together like this, isn’t it?” Bloom uttered no reply and kept her full focus on the invasive enemy before her. Valerie prodded on, de

Valtor's phone rang. He picked up casually, his eyes narrowing with each second. Then, he stood abruptly. His chair screeched and fell to the floor. "What?!" he shouted. Mrs. Julia froze with a teacup in hand. Max looked up, startled. The spoon slipped from his small fingers. Valtor’s phone dropped. He staggered back, then collapsed into his seat like someone had just taken the breath out of him. ….… Flashing red and blue lights. Rain poured from the sky.

"Romantic? I'm the type who never lets a slight go unanswered. "I'm actually curious to see how long Trevin, with his empty pockets, and his now-paralyzed Wren, can keep the flame alive." … "Paralyzed?" Edward's confused gaze met mine, and I could not help but chuckle as I pulled him down to sit and began to explain. "The night Trevin was detoxifying Wren, the two of them became intimate and went too far, causing them to miss the best chance to treat her legs. Now she's paralyzed. Without that emergency serum, she might not have made it at all."

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

Soft, warm light. Delicious food on the table. And her special drink. No one else was there. Only Valera, me, and my pet cat, Vee. “Thank you for inviting me, Luna,” she said. “I never expected this.” I smiled and pushed the drink toward her. “You deserve it, Valera. You’ve worked so hard.” She hesitated, then picked up the glass. Our fingers brushed. I watched closely. Just one sip. And the problem would be gone.

“A video of a dear mother, broken, about how crushed her son is. About how he was suddenly arrested with false evidence, and how he hasn't been the same after that. She will sob, wail, drop that disgusting pride of hers so the whole world will see how the Valmont brothers had ruined her son’s life, when he had such a bright future ahead of him.” My gaze snapped to Skylar, my eyes wide with panic. He stared down at his shoes, his jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind. “Skylar, what is the–” “And then the last video will also be released,” Elena, once again, cut me off. My head snapped to her. “A video of a blonde assistant.” Her lips twisted when she saw my expression change. “She wil