Venti And Dvalin Novels & Stories

she exclaimed, relief and astonishment in her voice. Ethan’s eyes softened for a moment but stayed vigilant. "You arrived just in time." Kimberly’s voice was calm, sharp. "I know you’re capable, but I couldn’t let this go unnoticed. Snow Valley is next." Behind her, the forest erupted as more allies arrived. Wolves from Silver Claw, Moon Valley, and the Vampire Kingdom surged into the fray. Aiden, Delilah, Caleb, Nathan, Stella, Mark, and Stacey—all had recognized Snow Valley as the next target after their respective battles. Their combined presence turned the tide instantly.

He moves to the door, opening it just enough to step out into the threshold, but not enough to fully expose the room behind him, his body positioned deliberately, blocking their view, blocking their access, making it clear without saying it that whatever is inside belongs under his protection. Seren stands at the front, just as composed as ever, her dark eyes steady as they meet his, though there is something different in them now, something sharper, something more focused. Behind her stand two others. Elowen—quiet, observant, her magic always subtle but deeply rooted—and Maelis, younger, but no less dangerous, her gaze already searching past Rowan’s shoulder as if she expects to see somethi

Mark's eyes widen when he saw the different look I have on my face now whenever that darkness inside me, is in control right now. "Well you asked for it." I replied back and then grabbed his pinky finger and ripped out its nail by using the pliers. Mark screamed out in pain and I laughed out loud. "Next time you thought of trying to destroy me, I'll pull out our teeth with this. But too bad, there won't be a next time for you mark. Consider this a farewell warning for you to hell." I grabbed his second last finger and ripped out its nail while he shivered uncontrollably and screaming out loud.

If ever there is a man of my dreams, Vincent Valiant is it. I haven't been the best assistant up to this point, but that changes from here on out. Just because I have a masters it doesn't mean I can't kick ass at being his assistant. From this moment on I'll be the best damn assistant Vincent Valiant has ever had. I'll be so fucking great at this job, he'll beg me to stay rather than move to marketing. It's time to shine.

He poured himself a glass of Chianti, raised it to the moonlight. “To chaos.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Giovanni Valente was tired. His back ached from hours hunched over strategy maps, poring over alliances, enemies, and shifting tides. His war council had ended late; the men who pledged their loyalty to him had departed one by one, their steps heavy with false confidence. He had stared at them, eyes shadowed, mind flickering with doubt. Still, he believed he had the upper hand. He was wrong. The door to his private suite opened with a slow creak. He stepped inside, letting out a long breath and loosening his collar. He moved toward the bar in the corner of the room, pouring himself two fingers of aged br

I went for the head after that and ripped it off before watching my wound heal quickly. I looked in the direction but he was gone. His men were rapidly decreasing. Alpha Damon's men, like mine, knew what they were doing. I had already sent a signal for my warriors to join the bedlam and they were already there, feasting on what was left of Devon's men.

Which happened to be jeans and Ghost’s t-shirt. “How is it fair, my Duchess, that you look this good when you’ve just rolled out of bed?” I could see the tent in his pants even through the duvet still around his waist. “Could say the same thing to you,” I smirked. “Right! Get up, shit to do. Runs to plan. If the Henchmen are going to back me up, I’ll need you and Rogue in Ragnarök in a couple hours.” “Oooh, I’m honoured that I get to be in a Valkyrie meet,” he winked.

"And now, the Hollow Crown stirs." Elior stepped forward. "Who are you?" The rider tilted their head slightly, as if considering. Then: "I am Vame. The Last Sentinel." A chill crept down Rael’s spine. "The last of what?" Elior demanded. Varic regarded them in silence for a moment, then swung off the horse with effortless grace. As they moved closer, their form seemed to flicker at the edges, as if struggling to fully exist in this world. "The last to guard the cycle," Vame said. "The last to stand before the Hollow Crown."

Alexa I had downed the glass of champagne in one go, ignoring the bitter sensation that hit my throat immediately. I had other questions, like what does he mean, what are we doing next? Won’t his father discover his betrayal soon? But instead, I stood to my feet, set to leave as soon as I could, but his cold hands gripped my hand. “From now on, we need to trust each other, Alexa; it’s us now. Just us.” He was up to his feet, towering over me.

Then the seventh. By the time I reached the eighth, his face was pale, covered in sweat and tears. Blood dripped steadily onto the concrete floor, forming a small pool beneath the chair. "Please…" he whispered. "Please…I have…I have a family—" "So does my wife. A family that would have mourned her if your fucking SUV had succeeded." I positioned the pliers on the ninth nail. "Last chance, Dmitri. Who sent you?" "They'll kill my family too—they'll—"