Varka Novels & Stories

For a man who leaked fluid the second a northern woman showed him a blade? "He’s an idiot," I rasped. My throat felt like it was lined with jagged glass. "He doesn't know anything." "I know," Yvara agreed, almost pleasantly. She reached out and grabbed a handful of the feathers floating in the air, watching them drift. "But you do. And Kark here... he’s getting restless. He doesn't like being used as a distraction when there’s real work to be done."

The Southern Capital, Varkas, was not a city; it was an open wound in the landscape of the North. Nestled in a valley that smelled of wet iron and charcoal, it had historically been a place of brutal strength, defined by its high, jagged walls and the roar of its territorial wolves. But as Elara and Fenris passed through the main gate, draped in the heavy, slate-grey cloaks of the Black Ridge, the silence hit them like a physical blow.

The tallest one took off his hood. It was Varek. He had a scar on his throat. His eyes were cold and grey. He was as reliable as a snake. "You took your time " I said sharply. "We had to make sure you were not followed " he replied. "I was taken away like a criminal " I said. Varek's face did not change. "So we heard " he said. I felt humiliated. I looked away toward the darkening horizon. "And?" "The war is going well " Varek said.

"Alaric presented his findings from the warriors recovered on the ridge. Turns out the green poison that was used was made from Grave-Brier." The name meant nothing to me, but the sheer terror laced through her tone made my pulse spike. "What is that?” "It's a flower that grows only in the south," Sarah said, lifting her gaze to meet mine, her silver eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "In the very territory of the pack that tore this kingdom apart when Dominic was just ten years old.” My eyes widened in realization, “Viktor Varkas?” I asked, a bit unsure. Her grip on my hands tightened until it was almost painful.

Dimaya. Some time later, when all of them were already bored, they started to pass a piece of paper from one person to the other. There was a note written on it, and at the moment was V's turn to accept the note which said: LA PRIMERA LATER! LA PRIMERA, by the way, was the one place in the city where students and all who seemed to feel young, wild, and free would usually go. It was also the one place where V usually would spend his Friday nights. And since it was Friday, he immediately became elated. He smiled a bit and was about to pass the paper to the person next to him. However, he was interrupted by a sudden movement of their classroom's door. All of them stopped and stared at the very

Jacob is talking passionately to someone over the phone in a language that seems to be German- the phonetics suggests that- but immediately he set his eyes on Mia, he freezes. It’s like time stood still for Jacob as he stares at her, seeing something that the others aren’t quite keen to yet. “I can’t believe this!” he gasps before uttering the one word that Mia has thought she will never hear again in her life. “Tekna.” To call Jacob Londermann’s office impressive will be quite an understatement. Divine’s more the suitable word for it.

Nio rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Really? You’re not? Do I look like an idiot? Your friend just called you Nio. Everyone in Raal knows your name. I'm Lara. And if you help me, I will help you. I can ...”: the woman continued. "We don't need help," Jon interrupted. Lara smiled, leaned closer to him and whispered: “Ah, Jon Varghoth, son of Stip Varghoth. The man who created hardened steel for his master and pushed the whole of Malfer into chaos.”

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

And Aranjo doesn't need a veil to meet Ara. Aranjo pushed hard against the wooden door of the room and ran inside. Her eyes looked all over the room looking for Ara's whereabouts. But she did not find Ara, but Aranjo was very surprised when she met directly with a God she did not know. Aranjo took a few steps back and with a surprised look, Aranjo said, " Who are you? And where is Ara?" Vulcan, the God of Fire is fascinated with the beauty of Aranjo. As expected, the Goddess was very stunning and the decision was right to marry the Goddess.

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated