Venti And Dvalin Novels & Stories

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

I muttered to myself again, still racking my head for names. Suddenly, like a lit bulb in my head, my eyes narrowed to the carving of the man with the stone in his hand. "Vargan," I whispered his name with an excitement in my tone, caressing the carving on the wall with my fingers. Vargan was the only last option who was of Alpha Bloodline and had more than enough reasons to shatter the moonstone, and destroy Rya. She ridiculed him, turned his family away from him, threw him into a dungeon like a common slave, and took his throne.

​I stepped out through the ruined gates and walked down the winding stone road leading away from the valley, the roaring inferno of the Vane estate casting a long, blood-red shadow behind me. The first step of my vengeance was complete, but the grand continent stretched out far beyond these borders, filled with other noble houses and hidden forces that shared the guilt of my past. ​My journey had only just begun. The world was about to learn what happens when a dragon wakes up hungry.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Dorian Valenti. The brutal lord of an ancient vampire family. They called him the king of everything lawless in the underworld. They said he had killed his own father and his own brother to rise. They said there was no crime under the moon he had not committed, no line he had not crossed. To ordinary people, his name was a legend you did not speak. The girls at the monastery would whisper it sometimes, and then they would look at one another and stop, and close their mouths, because even saying the sound of it felt like a blasphemy against the Goddess.

“You always seem to forget your place.” Delia stood unfazed. If anything, her smirk widened. “Better a servant that everyone loves,” she countered, “than a bastard son no one even talks about.” Ethan’s face flushed red. The transformation was fascinating. Kallista wasn’t sure if it was shame, anger, or a mix of both, but the tension between them was thick. “One day,” he sneered, stepping closer, “you will learn your place beneath me.” “Until then,” Delia said in a sickly sweet voice, “you’re still insignificant. And a dirty little secret.”

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.

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.

Above our heads, we could hear the heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots as the remaining Valenti soldiers—the ones who hadn't bought into the federal diversion—moved toward the edge of the deck, their flashlights cutting thin yellow ribbons through the cracks in the wooden planks. "Silas and the Bear went left," Enzo whispered against my ear as we clung to a thick iron cross-brace beneath the deck, his body pressed completely against mine to shield me from the freezing splash of the waves. "They’re going to clear the lower access ladder. We stay low until they draw the first line."