Valyria Language Novels & Stories

Folkor says and Valory stare at him with her mouth agape and Folkor continues. "Enya, Love, this is Valory, she used to be my lead warriors, but her mate is the Beta of Jarek's pack, so she joined him." He says and Enya greet her with a shy smile and nod, but Valory who recovered from her initial shock look at her with narrowed eyes. " You are jot a dragon, wolf or anything I know" She says and look around sniffing in te air. "I don't know what any of these people are" She says suspiciously.

He bent down besides her and said "Hey little girl, why are you crying?" "I want to go home, I want to go home take me home." Valentina said amidst tears "So sorry, there is nothing for you to return back home to." Alexander said slightly hurt "I don't want to stay here, they are wicked people." Valentina said "Shh... they might hear you and punish you more. I am sure they did that to your ear and cheek?" Alexander said after noticing her face was red. Valentina nodded "Sorry about that, what's your name?" He asked

She nodded her head. “You want to know what my name is hmm innocent lamb. Are you sure because You might not like what you hear?” His creepy smirk finally started scaring Valerie. Even his voice has changed a bit. It was deeper than before. She stood up from the dining table and stared at him with fear seeping into her green eyes. “W-Who are you?” She whispered which made the amused man smile widely at her. “Christopher.” Her eyes widened as she took multiple steps back in horror.

I felt Kairi stiffen beside me. Before I could form a response, a smooth, familiar voice cut in. “Lady Valeria, your diplomacy is as sharp as ever,” Riri purred, appearing as if from nowhere. She linked her arm through mine in a gesture that felt like being shackled to a snake. “But we simply adore our Sze. Don’t we, Kairi? She’s so… resilient. It must be so difficult for her, being here tonight. But she’s bearing it with such grace.” Her words were a masterpiece of backhanded sympathy, each one a tiny, poisoned dart.

His voice was low and rich, making her skin tingle. “I'm sorry about what happened earlier,” Valen said as he drew closer to her, closing the gap between them. “I momentarily lost control,” he continued. Let me introduce myself, he said in his husky voice sending chills down her body. “I'm Valen, Vampire Lord of the Eastern Clan.” He said, extending his hands for a handshake, his crimson eyes watching her intently. Ella hesitated, her gaze flicking between his face and his outstretched hand. Her thoughts wandered, Are all vampire lords this powerful, intimidating, and… domineering? She quickly shoved the thought away, shaking her head mentally.

It simply went silent, the golden waves freezing mid-surge. Lirian said nothing. He simply stepped closer and put his hand flat against Vaelor’s back for one second, warm, steady, present. No words. Just the quiet pressure of I’m here. Vaelor exhaled, slow and controlled. Then he turned to face his father. The conversation between them was not a confrontation. It was quieter and more terrible than that. Vaelor’s voice, when it came, was in Zevhari, the language of true things, the tongue spoken only when nothing else would suffice. The words left his mouth low and measured, each syllable carrying the weight of three centuries of buried questions.

Valen’s raw, agonizing roar shattered the illusion! He didn't listen to the cosmic lies. He reached through the roaring flames, relying purely on the deep, unbreakable link in our souls. His warm, golden energy surged through our bond, wrapping around my mind like a protective shield. “I love you, Lyra!” Valen’s voice thundered through the fire directly into my heart. “In every lifetime, in every world, real or fake I will always choose you!” "And I choose you!" I cried out, reaching my glowing hand through the solar blaze and locking my fingers with his!