Venti And Dvalin Novels & Stories

“The gods sealed you in the Crimson Abyss.” Valen’s smile turned cold. “They sealed me with their power. But when you merged light and dark… you shattered the seal.” His gaze shifted to Killian, then to Aria. “You freed me.” Killian stepped forward, shoulders squared. “Then we’ll put you back.” Valen laughed, a sound that split the air like fire through glass. “You think your mortal bond can contain me? I bled the heavens dry before your ancestors learned to speak!” He lifted his hand — crimson energy flared, searing the air. The blast hit the ground, throwing Killian back several feet. Aria cried out, summoning a wall of light and shadow to shield him. The impact burned through her defenses

The Battle Erupts Valeria conjured a storm of bone shards and fire, but Vulture’s blades deflected the strikes with brutal precision. Petrov unleashed a hail of bullets laced with consecrated runes, while Sokolov slammed enchanted grenades into the pillars, shaking the entire throne. Bain, with Cassie protecting Aragorn behind him, rushed forward and locked blades with Valeria herself. “You stole enough lives!” Bain growled. “You don’t get to steal mine.” “You never understood, Bain!” Valeria howled. “It was always you. But if I couldn’t have you, I’d become something greater.”

I gazed up at him and saw his jaw tighten like a bolt. Addressing everyone, Valen said gravely, “Dymian’s here.” His features darkened as his eyes drifted to his grandfather. “And he’s ready for war.” As I glanced at the others, Victor was pale-faced, gaping at me. The previous doubt he had about my vision was gone from his eyes, and the expression he had was as if he finally understood that I had truly tried to warn them. -

“I love you too. Both of you.” Valen yawned again, and his tiny fingers wrapped around Darius’s thumb. I felt the bond so strongly I thought my heart might burst. I reached out and touched Valen’s forehead, feeling the soft warmth. He was so vulnerable, so small, yet I sensed his power. He was ours, a perfect mixture of Rivenborn and Lycan. A being I both feared and adored. A sudden wave of dizziness washed over me. My vision swam. I tried to focus on Valen’s face, that tiny upturned nose, those delicate fingers. But the room tilted. I gasped and Darius caught me, his arms strong around me.

There stands George, I na a well presses suit, walking towards me. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand vigorously, hoping to wake up from the midday nightmare but it's all in vain. “Darlene...” He acknowledges me. “Long time.” His voice which seems to have became deeper over the days make my stomach churn. Hatred swoops over my heart and I feel like crashing him with my bare hands. I stand up to meet him midway, hands clenched on the sides. I'm seething mad right now and I don't realise as I land a sounding thunderous slap on his cheek. That sends him reeling backwards and I take that advantage to kick his groin.

Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble. When I was young, my mother told me stories of the supernatural wars and the great dragon generals and warriors. I was surprised the gods had decided this was enough of a fight to be worthy of a Pendragon. I listened as another man spoke. “I’m Veles, Vasili of the desire demons. I free every demon who hears this from any commands I issued while under the influence of the government. Forgive me, please. Any who have the blood of demons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to me and fight.” He urged.

For some reason, the Vistolian shuddered, tried to tighten his lips, but his fangs protruding with needles prevented him. “The Valley of the Winds, Vik, there is now the army of Ereald, and with him Elena, Lyubava and Disa,” Yarsi forced out words with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, the taste of blood intensified. - Help them. The Vistolet stepped back slightly, shrugged his shoulders, wings folded behind his back appeared with sharp protrusions on both sides of his head. - How are you? - he asked. - You look like a dead man. “It’s fine,” Yarsi smiled involuntarily and felt something warm flow down his chin. - It doesn't matter.

“ Do me one favour, find out all you can on her, I don't want to walk into a trap with the Grecos.” “She doesn't look all that dangerous but I will ask around,” Dmitri said walking away. Violet Vale Greco lets see how this engagement goes.

Lira demanded, her voice sharp, breaking through the tension. The warrior's gaze met hers, and for a moment, he hesitated—just a flicker of uncertainty before he straightened his back, his shoulders stiffening. He met her eyes head-on, unflinching, and the intensity of his gaze sent a chill through her. “My name is Dain,” he said slowly, his voice steady. “And I was once the Beta of Valenwood.” The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, loud and heavy. A shocked silence settled over the camp, and it was as though the very ground beneath our feet had shifted. The name "Valenwood" had the weight of a thousand unspoken truths.

"I am going to bring you Corvus’s head." With a deafening roar, Valen leaped straight off the royal dais into the thick of the enemy, leaving a trail of golden fire and severed bone armor in his wake!