Vanquish Soul Caesar Valius Novels & Stories

I continued, looking up into his dark eyes, "she doesn't just get the Cavallo empire back. She gets the names of every undercover federal agent, every corrupted politician, and every hidden asset belonging to the Valentis and the Romanos. She becomes entirely untouchable. She won't just lead the families; she’ll own them." "Then we don't hand it to her," Enzo said, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly calm register as he pulled his heavy sidearm from its holster, checking the action with a smooth, practiced snick-click. "We use it as a lure. She wants the keys to the kingdom? I’m going to give her a funeral instead." The Logistics of the Ghost Fleet

Elena whispered, her silver blade flashing in the amber light of the enemy fires. From the dark shadows of the ravine trail, twenty black-clad hunters materialized from the fog, their steel plate armor reflecting the eerie, corpse-like glow of the chemical fire. In the center of the line, his silver cloak untouched by the driving sleet, stood Cassian Vale. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin glass vial filled with a silver-veined fluid—the precise extraction compound of the King's blood-smiths.

He always went straight to the point, one of the things I respected him for. A quality that didn't stop him from being cunning and intimidating. "What are you going to do to me? Kill me?" I asked making sure my face wasn't betraying any emotion. To him, emotions are signs of weakness and it riles him to see any of his"tools" show signs of weakness. "Now what do you mean by that? I'm sure you know you're one of the most valuable assets we have here and your little distress can't change that. I'm sure with time, you'll be better."

All I ever wanted, more than anything, was to find my soulmate, and I’ve finally found you. My leather brace falls to the ground as Lord Talon keeps eye contact with mine. He brings my bare wrist to his lips and closes his eyes as he kisses the mark, causing my heart to ignite with flames. I have the sudden urge to not only rip my clothes off but also his. My body begins to ache for his touch. He gasps as he opens his eyes and sees the thick scar under the mark across my wrist. His breathing intensifies, and he quickly grabs my other wrist. I begin to panic and pull my other wrist away, but it’s too late. He rips the brace off and throws it aside before holding my wrists out in front of him.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

He replied. “I almost lost you, just let me have this.” “Suddenly, our mate bond and its purpose means something to you?” I said disdainfully. “You’re Gavrael Wulfric, no one lets you have anything, you take what you want, when you want it, and how you want it. Who am I to deny you what you want now just because I have a few bruises?” I said to him through the mind link.

"They talk of a ledger, sir, and of ancient rituals. They say that the curse that besets us is tied to blood sacrifices and black pacts." My eyes grew cold. "I want to see that ledger. I want to know what wounds have been left behind, and what rituals have been performed. I will not surrender ignorance away my power." The guard nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. I will see to it." I encountered Viktor later in the night in an empty hallway. "Viktor, I need you to discover who is behind these rumors. I need names and facts. Hold nothing back," I told him. "Yes, sir," he said. "I will find out what is going on. But beware, some of these people are ruthless when pushed to the corner."

“The High Elders of the Flame decreed only one could survive. A royal heir must be singular. There was a prophecy—two flames born of one womb would tear the kingdom in half. They ordered me to choose.” Ceres leaned forward. “And you… chose?” “No,” the Queen whispered. “I chose neither. I staged the death of the weaker twin—Cairos. I sent him away with a priest who still worshipped the Old Flame. A dangerous man. One who believed the royal line had become impure.” Ceres’s voice was ice. “Who was he?” The Queen turned her eyes to her daughter—hollow, haunted. “His name was Valen. He had a son of his own. That son… was Vito’s father.”

The safe house feels less sharp, the light weaker—sustained, not controlled. “Cassian Vale shut everything down,” Eva Monroe says quietly. Cassian Vale does not answer. The silence settles heavily over the room. Beyond the reinforced glass, Valecorp’s network begins to destabilize. Eva Monroe watches as Cassian Vale’s terminal flickers with conflicting command loops. Lines of code repeat, overlap, and negate one another. VALE-2 ROOT AUTHORITY flashes across the interface for a brief moment. Cassian Vale’s expression hardens. Felix Vaughn’s encrypted channel breaks through.