Novel & Cerita Vampire Valek

"What? How could you?!" "True but I have been watching you." She looks at him and gathers her courage. "Let me go! NOW!" He steps away from her. "They don't have to know." "There is nothing for them to know. I don’t know why you’re here or why you are trying to hit on me… but you should stop now. I will not hesitate to push you out of this house. You clearly don't know what a bond is like for werewolves. They never ever cheat on their mates." Valerie walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs leaving Alex staring at her back as she quickly runs away to hide from him. What was his deal?

A torrent of light swallowed him. --- [Flashback – Two centuries ago] Valestra Sanctuary, the ancestral land of vampires before Valenfort was built. Lucien opened his eyes. He stood in a hall of black stone, surrounded by hundreds of pure-blood vampires kneeling in ritual. On the high throne sat a man with a face identical to his own, except his eyes burned with absolute ambition – Azrael Draven, the First Blood King. Before Azrael knelt a girl with moon-white hair, eyes gentle yet filled with boundless sorrow. She wore a blood-stained white robe, wrists bound in silver shackles.

The rock under his fingers was crumbling, sending small pebbles cascading down into the fog. "Take Leo and go," Kaelen panted, his breath pluming white in the freezing air. His blue eyes looked up into mine, completely calm despite the deadly fall below him. "Head south. Lead the pack, Valeria." "No!" I cried out, tears burning my eyes as I leaned as far over the edge as I could. "I'm not leaving you!" I reached down, my fingers wrapping around his thick wrist. The gold mating mark on my neck flared, hot and fiercely alive, filling my arms with every drop of power I possessed.

anger gripped her tightly, Valerie spoke before her mind caught up with what she had done. "No!" She snaps, her tone held a lethal edge foreign to her ears. Watching her former Alphas' expression twist into surprise. "I will not become a rogue. I promise you that." He saw the promise in her eyes, familiar to the look he'd given her earlier when he promised to kill her. Her eyes burned like fire and brimstone. But he gave a single glance at her weak, pathetic figure and scoffed. "We shall see. Until next time, daughter." And as the lighting cracks open the sky, he's gone. Left in a world unknown to her; a world of strange creatures, Kings and Queens, darkness and light all sewn together by m

“I haven’t properly introduced myself." It wasn't just the way he spoke, it was the way the air around him seemed to still. “My lady,” he said, voice smooth as moonlight over black water. “My name is Valek Dreven Throne…but you can call me Valek.” The name rolled off his tongue like a spell, and the moment he said it, something inside Anana stilled. It sounded like a name that was ancient, older than language itself. Like a name spoken only in forgotten rituals, carved into tombstones no one dared visit. A name unmistakably tied to blood and night.

I question him. “I was born dead,” he says, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Yes, vampires can be born. My mother, gods rest her soul, was from Thalaen. So far away from here.” I nod. “So, what do you want, Lord Valen?” He shakes his head. “I wish that was a simple question.” “Is it not?” I challenge him, forcing myself to meet his red eye. His eye flickers momentarily to my lips before he looks away. “It is not as simple as the question I asked you. Did you sleep with poison under your pillow? These half moon cuts on your arms… I read about it in a book.”

Strong winds like a hurricane hit Alex, actually not a hurricane due to nature, but this was Vale's doing. "What are you doing here? Who are you? Why are you here? This is the forbidden forest belonging to the village road! Why are you here? What are you looking for?" Previously, Vale had never behaved like this. He is neither strict nor evil. Vale is a cheerful person and can do whatever he wants, but right now he is really panicking. He was thinking of a way to release Prince Axton's soul and hide it forever, to avenge the death of his father and mother

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

she teased before he streaked away and launched herself at a youngling who had gotten too close. Vale spun on his heels and blurred into the trees. If they were just hearing about the vampires then they would be on the evacuation site before he got there. He was tasked to protect the dogs so he would do so to the best of his ability, no matter how abhorrent he found the task. ____

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.