Valtor X Bloom Novels & Stories

“But be ready. He’s not going to take this well.” Valentine sat in his luxurious office, a glass of bourbon in hand, staring out at the city skyline. The project was nearing its completion, and soon he would have control over the most powerful compound ever created. All thanks to the Petal Bloom and Raelynn’s blood. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. He picked it up, expecting good news. “Dr. Webber,” he greeted coolly, “What do you have for me?” Kristen’s voice was shaky on the other end of the line. “Valentine… there’s a problem.”

The Battle Erupts Valeria conjured a storm of bone shards and fire, but Vulture’s blades deflected the strikes with brutal precision. Petrov unleashed a hail of bullets laced with consecrated runes, while Sokolov slammed enchanted grenades into the pillars, shaking the entire throne. Bain, with Cassie protecting Aragorn behind him, rushed forward and locked blades with Valeria herself. “You stole enough lives!” Bain growled. “You don’t get to steal mine.” “You never understood, Bain!” Valeria howled. “It was always you. But if I couldn’t have you, I’d become something greater.”

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.

There is no way I'm getting close to that devil. Valtor rolled his eyes, dropping the book he was reading, his eyes filled with rage. “You wanted to do this your way, didn't you? And I agreed to it, are you seriously going to make me regret that?” My mouth fell open to defend myself, but no words came out. “Just like you, I also want you out of my life as soon as possible, you are nothing but a fake, so do your job properly, so we can get on with our lives.”

She stormed out of the room, her footsteps heavy with anger as they echoed down the hall. Minutes passed in suffocating silence before the door suddenly flew open again. Selene stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing with fury and something deeper—raw longing. “Don’t think you can just brush me aside like I don’t matter, Valtor,” she said, her voice sharp but trembling with emotion. “You may think you’re above this, but you’re not. You’re mine. And I’m yours.” Valtor emerged from the bathroom, droplets of water clinging to his chiseled frame, his damp hair falling slightly into his face. His expression remained stoic, though his dark eyes betrayed a flash of something deeper—irritation, curio

"You've been different this week. Since Wednesday." Valentina keeps her expression even. Wednesday was the Bunkers. Thursday was Cal Pep. Isabel was not there for either. The fact that she has registered a shift in Valentina's energy since Wednesday means she has been paying close attention to Valentina's baseline, which is information Valentina notes without reacting to. "I've been sleeping better," Valentina says. "The summer exercise messed up my schedule. I'm finally back to normal." A plausible truth. Not the whole truth. Isabel accepts it with a smile that arrives three seconds before it's needed.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

"Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?" Freya has always been a self-sufficient woman in front of Lucas. This was the first time she had displayed her vulnerable side. His heart ached for her. He embraced her and gently dabbed his finger over her eyes to wipe off the tears. "Let me take care of this. I’ll make sure you and Liam get justice." With that, he fixed an icy look absent of any trace of his past affection. There was nothing but disappointment in his eyes, and when he spoke, it was with a voice filled with malice.

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

Blake had lost his mother to madness, and his goal in the book was to find a cure, so maybe Vera could use that. Valerian was harder. He was a dragon, and dragons wanted one person and did not share. Well, that had already gone out the window. For now, Vera decided to focus on Xen, then possibly Blake. If Valerian did not come along, maybe that was for the best. She had babies to protect, land to claim, people to feed, and one billion coins to make before the story had time to bite her again.