Vampire Valek Novels & Stories

, Valkyrie said in his always ' I am very sure' demeanor, looking like Aro, the leader of the volturi in the Twilight series with his pale face, except that his hair wasn't grown out. " So what are you insinuating?" Valeria asked in an intricately annoying manner. The two never ceased to make it too obvious that they were in a cat and dog relationship. " I say we attack first, we should raid the Northcave pack and attack just like we did with the Westlake pack", an overpowering aura was building up in him. " And have you forgotten that the Northcave pack sealed off their territory with ash-wood trees?" Valeria bantered back.

“Yet she still flinches.” Zara turned slowly as Victor Vale stepped into view. Immaculate. Poised. Deadly. His obsidian suit clung like shadow. A silver tie pin in the shape of a fang gleamed at his throat. His smile was razor-thin. Victor Vale. Brother. Challenger. Viper in a tailored coat. “Little brother,” he said, sounding pleased, “you’ve made quite the show of things lately. Fires. Announcements. Marking ceremonies in the middle of old courts. Bold.”

One by one. Her breath caught. This shouldn’t be possible. She was not Vane bloodline. She was Sergio. Yet the system didn’t seem to agree. Or worse— it didn’t care. The door began to open slowly. A cold gust of air escaped from within, carrying a sterile, ancient scent that didn’t belong to any part of the mansion she had seen before. Valerie stepped forward instinctively, then stopped herself. Her instincts screamed at her again. This was the point of no return.

"I'm sorry, wha-" In less than a split second, my entire body feels rejuvenated, like someone just poured an entire tank of sunshine on me. What in the actual - "Mirror," the voice urges, and I quickly pad over to the mirror (wincing when I step on the hem of Mother's maxi dress), only to freeze when I see the wolf in the mirror. "That's us," the voice says proudly. Us? Shoot. Maybe the alcohol was a lot more than I thought. "You are a werewolf, Valeria." The voice is quieter now, but I hear the firmness in its voice, the convincing tone in its statement.

~*~ Vampires can flash over small bodies of water, rivers, lakes, and streams, but we can't flash ourselves over oceans—hence the reason I took a Vampire-run airplane to Spain. I had left the Council members behind with Ignacio in charge. He wouldn't be able to convince other Neratomay because he couldn't repeat the secrets, but they could do damage control. And, if needed, the secrets in each of their heads could be weapons. The moment I landed I found the links for Alexis and Ran and followed them to a small villa in the country. It was customary to announce your arrival to the Neratomay Council that controlled each city, but Alexis had already paid them a visit and had killed everyone.

"You want to pit a trained killer against a woman you’ve been calling a fragile, pathetic human for months?" "If she’s as special as you say, it shouldn't be an issue," Vane retorted. He snapped his fingers, and from the side shadows, Valerius stepped out. Valerius was huge. He was like seven feet of solid, vampiric muscle, covered in scars and holding a sword that looked like it was made from black glass. He didn't look at me like I was a person; he looked at me like a target. He walked into the center of the room, the other nobles clearing out of the way like they were afraid of catching his shadow.

"He is right behind me. I shall wait in his chambers." The tall, imposing vampire stops in his tracks, his piercing eyes locking onto me. He is a high-born warrior from the Valecrest Vampire Bloodline, a male I recall seeing around the Draven Blood Manor during my adolescent years. He extends a pale, clawed hand. "I am Cassian Valecrest. You possess an incredibly familiar aura, little wolf." "I have seen you lurking in Master Draven's shadow-ring," I reply, meeting his gaze without flinching. His dark eyes narrow, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he steps closer, his scent of ozone and cold steel filling my senses. "I am absolutely certain my beast would remember a gorgeous, enticing fe

She said softly as if fearing how the next word she said would affect me. She pressed a catch, and the locket clicked open. Inside, written in delicate ink on folded parchment, was a name. A name I recognized. Varek. The Northern traitor. The rebel Alpha who had assassinated three southern lords and fled into hiding with his rogue kin. One of the reasons for my visits to the small packs. I have only put a hold on my visits because I have been told Valek has gone into hiding. Only strategic plans can fetch him out.

Every time I see a missed call or a text from her, my mind would go blank and she would fill it up to the brim, pushing her way into every corner, her light spilling into every dark nook and cranny inside me. Just as how my dick overfilled her tight puss—. Vale’s hand rested on my shoulder as he lowered to whisper, “It’s all done. The second we reached the Blood Moon Mansion—.” “I’ll meet you there.” I gripped the phone tightly, still not ready to let go. To end things. And Vale grabbed my wrist, pressing down the lifeline underneath in a blood-thirsty glare. “You are NOT backing out now!” He hissed. “Not this time.”

“It was Dominic! He sent me here. The Supreme Leader of the Bloodmoon Pack paid me to kill you!” Gale’s voice shook as he fought through the pain, tears running down his dusty face. “Please, spare me, Valkira!” he begged, his remaining hand trembling against the ground. “I’ll work for you instead! I’ll serve you. I’ll do whatever you want!” Valkira turned her back on Gale without saying anything and walked toward the waiting black sedan, her leather boots crunching against the wet ground as she left him behind. When she reached the car, she raised her right hand and gave Chris a brief wave.