Venti And Dvalin Novels & Stories

I frowned as the curtain covering the entrance was pulled aside. Ruby entered first, Vesha followed closely behind, both looking alarmed. I immediately sat upright. "What happened?" I asked. Ruby looked around. "Leave us." The maids practically ran from the pavilion and within seconds we were alone. I stood. "What is it?" I asked again. Vesha folded her arms. "We have a problem" she replied. My stomach tightened. "What kind of problem?" Ruby sighed. "Alpha Kael" she answered. I instantly groaned.

They don't disappear. This is what did not disappear: Valen was defeated. The first time, in a courtyard, by Rocco who had stood in front of his brother and said let me face yours the way Draco had once taken his demons. The second time, by all of them together, in an old stone holding in the north, after Valen had taken Draco and been found and been ended completely. He did not survive the second time. The taking craft was undone. The chains fell. The poison retreated. The territory remained.

That the debt comes due. Damitri's face twisted, realization dawning like a blade to the gut. His grip tightened on the sword hilt until his knuckles whitened, the runes flaring brighter, casting eerie red light across his features. No words escaped him—just a low, guttural snarl that vibrated through the air. The battlefield faded at the edges for Elian, the demons' howls muffling as Damitri's form blurred. With a surge of power that rippled the air like heat haze, he vanished—gone in a swirl of dark mist, leaving the messenger to bellow orders to the faltering line. The vision darkened; more warriors fell in the wake, screams swallowed by the horde, the crest of Moonveil trampled into the

The name echoed in Evelyn’s mind long after Lina had drifted off to sleep. Virelith. She stood by the window of the healer’s wing, arms folded, her fingers drumming against her elbow. The moon hung low, casting a pale glow across the sleeping village. Down below, warriors moved in hushed formations, increasing their patrols under strict new orders. Damien approached from behind, his steps silent but his presence undeniable. “You haven’t slept,” he said softly.

Phoenix commands, his voice firm yet benevolent as he gestured for them to stand. One of the warriors, a seasoned veteran, stepped forward with a solemn expression. "Forgive us, Dracovir, for our late arrival. We encountered unexpected challenges on the way." "No need for apologies, Valen. What matters is that you're here now, and the enemy has been eliminated. The danger has passed." As they prepared to depart, another warrior, Garek, voiced a question that lingered in the air. "Your majesty, is she your mate?" His eyes flickered toward Astrid, curiosity evident in his gaze.

She stood beneath one of the hanging crystal lanterns, wings twitching faintly behind her. “There’s a way,” Valen said, breath low, his gaze settling on me. Hope glimmered in his eyes, steady and sure. “We’re going after Edina. Tomorrow—at nightfall.” My heart soared. I threw my arms around his neck, and he caught me mid-laugh, spinning me once before settling me back on the stone-tiled floor. “Thank you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to his. Behind us, Thalen cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders like a warrior eager for a brawl. “Finally. When are we bursting some demon heads?”

Drelix said, and it sends a warm feeling into Val’s heart. “Ok then. Since you sided with her, I’ll kill you first!” Damon said and grin devilishly then released his hidden powerful aura. “Val, let me handle him,” Drelix said and Val nodded hesitantly then stared at Damon and realized that the man isn’t the same Vanjoss she once knew because that man he used to love was long gone. She watched as the fight between Drelix and Damon began. But then the fight stopped temporarily when the ground shook continuously and an explosion from inside the cave echoed so loud while a huge fireball was flying into the sky and exploded like a fireworks then small fireballs started falling from the sky like a

If they continued for much longer, Darryl's side would only become more passive and defensive. The Wicked Valley that Darryl had mentioned was the Elysium Gate's Ten Heaven Masters' territory. When he had just founded the Elysium Gate, he heard a group of men who had claimed the valley as their own and caused trouble to the surrounding villages. The leader was called Oldest Villain One, and with his nine brothers, they were called the Ten Villains. So, Darryl ordered the Elysium Gate Sect to destroy them. He subdued the Ten Villains and renamed them the Ten Heaven Masters.

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

Those Welkin trespassers want to take the Affected back to their world and keep them there, most likely, for amusement purposes—Dylan's assumption. The green crystal-adorned hunters were killed. There was also information about the power transfer once you've slain a Welkin. They have never known about this fact. Yet, the report was dropped in his hands just; like that. Dylan, his grandson, found a way to communicate with them very unconventionally. He found a way to remove King Altaire's men from the picture by pitting them against the Trevians that had kidnapped him. He wanted the fight to take away from his friends for their safety. He found a way to open up his thoughts and hide some.