Novel & Cerita Venti And Dvalin

Their goals aligned perfectly. But Sera had made one thing clear from the start: this was her revenge, her plan, her timeline. She wasn't working for Dante. She was working with him. She would provide intelligence, create the opening, ensure Kael was vulnerable. And when the time came, the Shadow Wolves would attack during the mating ceremony itself-when the estate would be full of guests, when security would be focused on celebration rather than defense, when Kael would be at his most exposed.

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

Her words anchor me, my hymn rising, “Veil, guide me.” Kael confronts Dren in a chasm, their void-blades clashing, sparks illuminating the abyss. “You’ve betrayed the Veil!” Kael growls, his aura steadying, his faction rallying behind him. Dren’s rebels falter, their Overveil-tainted blades dimming, but Dren’s voice snarls, “The abyss will bury you!” Kael’s blade strikes true, felling Dren, his faction’s rebellion crumbling. Kael turns to me, voice gruff. “We’re with you, Aelys—for good.” His Shadowkin regroup, their void-blades aligning, loyalty solidified.

The comment sent unease through me. The stranger slowly placed a hand over their chest and bowed with mocking elegance. When they straightened, silver light reflected across their faces. "My name is Valen." The cavern grew silent. Fenric's expression changed instantly. Fear, real fear. The kind that appears only when facing a nightmare believed dead. His voice emerged barely above a whisper. "Impossible." Valen smiled again. Unfortunately, that smile answered everything. And in that moment, I realized we had finally come face-to-face with one of the architects behind the destruction of kingdoms.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."

’’ Camille was so amazed and can’t believe the stories that Ismael brought to her. We are eating together in the canteen and Ismael was kind of mesmerized by Camille and I just ignored how womanizer he is. ‘’Yes, I am about to punch that guy but Ashina already kicked his face and they ended up getting scared.’’ Ismael shared proudly like I’ve killed thousands of vampires. I shook my head. ‘’Mael, Camille is eating, stop bothering her, don’t you?’’ I uttered but he only gave me a pout and smiled to Camille again.