Valtor X Bloom Novels & Stories

Valtor murmured, “If you want more, just ask my butler.” Something sorrowful flickered across his face, so faint I might have missed it if I hadn’t been watching so closely. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was remembering the time he had once brought flowers to his mate. The thought stirred an ache of curiosity deep in my chest. “I will. Thank you.” But I just nodded. Then, unable to help myself, I stepped closer, “Where have you been anyway? I missed you.” The breeze stirred and Valtor’s nostrils flared as though he were trying to drink in my scent. I tossed my hair into the wind deliberately, hoping he would catch more. Mates were drawn to each other’s scent and I wanted him to crave mine

Riverbourne, Calvia. Bruce hit the rose garden at dawn—only to find a field of ash. The gardener was sweeping up nearby and looked up. "Mr. Jerkinson? You're up early." Bruce stormed over. "What the hell happened? Where are the roses?" He yanked the guy by the collar. "I was gone a few months. You torch them or something? Do you even know what those meant to Suri? What I put into them?" "Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself."

Noah, like a little bunny, adorably nibbled on his Caesar salad, trying to come up with a truthful explanation for his actions that wouldn’t include him revealing that he knew the future. “No one can feel the state of someone’s mental power better than an SS-ranked Soother. I’ve already dealt with the Blazer before, and I chose not to knock him out because I felt that doing so would cause catastrophic consequences. This became even clearer to me when I felt the state of the Fluxer’s mental power. One wrong poke into that hornet’s nest would have caused it to completely collapse.”

" Liam pulled out the knife I'd found on the balcony and slowly stalked toward me. I backed away and splashed him with paint. "Don't come any closer! I'll destroy your paintings if you take another step!" Sure enough, he stopped. His eyes turned frosty as he snarled, "I'll destroy you if you touch my paintings." Despite his words, I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook even if I didn't do anything. I threw a bucket full of paraffin oil at him before grabbing a lighter from the drawer. I lit it and threw it at him.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

Surely, I underestimated the situation, and I'm giving myself a solid 10/10 for sheer stupidity. Valtor's eyes narrow, his expression turning predatory. “You're playing with fire here, and I’m not afraid to burn. You know I've got more tricks up my sleeve than a magician with a gambling addiction. So, if you want to walk out of here with your skin intact, you better start singing like a canary.”

“It’s just like I warned. The moonveil blossom can serve as either a cloaking plant or a hallucination pollen. Whoever your mate saw was a trick of the mind. Not you.” “Save me the science talk.” Then he looked at me with an emotion I wasn’t sure I wanted to peg as sincere. “I also did this for you, brother. Using the flower was to build a rift between both of you so after her death, you’d have no attachment to her death. She served her usefulness after all.” Diandra’s mother screamed, taking steps forward that were quickly intercepted by a guard. She threw herself back into her husband’s arms, sobbing. My fists closed with impossible tightness. I tried not to focus on the rage my wolf was f

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

I walk toward her, each step shaking the fractured platform. “You’ve had centuries to shape destiny,” I say. “But you forgot the most important rule of power.” Her eyes snap up, furious and terrified. I crouch. Meet her at eye level. “You don’t get to keep it if you can’t hold it.” She hisses and swings a blast of white flame at me, but I shift fully, claws slashing through the attack, cutting it clean in half. Gold explodes outward, ripping through the realm and making the entire space flicker violently.

They both soon let loud moans before the girl fell on the man's chest breathing heavily. The man picked the girl up before throwing her on the bed and ripping her lingerie off and having his way with her. Rough and raw. Finally, everything ended leaving Valerie traumatized. Everything looked so terrifying for her. One day she has to give herself to her Master. Will she be able to handle this. Will she be able to make it alive after this. Xavier bit his lip feeling himself being aroused at the view. He started sweating when he saw the video. But what left him frustrated was her. She wasn't aroused instead she was looking rather terrified and baffled. He had no idea how he will be able to tame