Venti And Dvalin Novels & Stories

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?”

With a gasp, I lower my hand to the forest floor, struggling to sit up amidst the chaos. Swirls of darkness twist and coil through the air, ensnaring the Algoths one by one until they are left writhing in agony, their shrill cries echoing through the night. Then, with a sudden rush of wind, Valen descends from above, his feet touching the forest floor with an air of commanding authority.

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.

After all, a large faction was filled with rivalries and tricky mind games. Adrian imagined it might be even more brutal than the power struggles in the noble families. "So that's how it was," Adrian said. Val was a novice apprentice, constantly bustling with activity every day. This time, the trial she undertook was to besiege the nest of monsters in Verdant Summit of Abyssal Shadowrift. Before coming to this place, Val had thoroughly researched the situation there. When she learned that it was a formidable nest of monsters, she realized that she could not complete the task alone. Therefore, she had brought 12 trusted juniors with her.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

"How much magic does a dead fae have?" Before things can escalate into a conflict, Kael slams his palm sharply on the table, the sound echoing like a gunshot and making everyone flinch. “Focus! We have an enemy to eliminate.” Valen steps forward wordlessly, drawing a wickedly curved dagger from his belt and with a swift, practiced motion, slices open his wrist. His deep red blood drips onto the center of the map, glowing faintly with a residual light. “My blood remembers the dream I shared with Olivia,” he says, his voice calm and confident. “It will clearly trace the precise path to Malakai’s permanent hideout, now that we have the mental coordinates.”

Leaning toward Silas, I jerked on his arm. “Can you get me another violin?” “Don’t worry, I brought yours.” Silas smiled as he jerked his head to the side and looked behind me. Craning my neck, I saw one of Silas’s warriors walking toward us with the violin Daxton gifted me on my fourteenth birthday. Although Silas didn’t say I could take off the mask, I figured it was the perfect time. After removing the mask, I took the violin from the case, along with the bow.