Venti X Dvalin Novels & Stories

​I stepped back to the center of the ruined hall, raising both of my hands as the internal dragon vitality surged through my veins to a deafening crescendo. The dense, dark flames flared across my skin, wrapping my arms in a blistering shroud of pure, concentrated heat. I slammed both fists downward into the fractured foundation of the dais. ​A massive wave of unleashed internal fire erupted outward in a devastating circle. ​The remaining wooden beams, the velvet tapestries, and the shattered furnishings caught fire instantly, turning into a roaring inferno. The flames climbed rapidly up the scorched stone walls, devouring the grand banners of House Vane and turning the opulent banquet hall

The room fell silent. Heads turned. Dishes clinked softly. Damon Valen rose abruptly, imposing and resolute, placing himself between me and the nearest guests. His demeanor was cold and unreadable, while his eyes held a glimmer that was intensely dangerous. “Any further mockery,” he said in a calm yet commanding tone, “and you’ll have to answer to the Crown of Velmere.” The silence wrapped around us all, as if even the music had taken a moment to pause.

Stand and defend yourselves. Draevyn parted his lips to speak— But Kaelani was faster. She closed the distance in a single breath. Her voice, low and fluent, slid like a blade through the air as she answered in Vaelorin: “Valen’tir vesari nënthar venos, kael’ythar morathi unsanctia, Andar’vel en croven… etha’var, etha’vorn.” (You fed on vengeance without consent, shaped death without sanction,

he tossed, as if using his power were as natural for him as breathing. Valens cried again as his other clawed hand pierced the flesh, staining his gray pants with dark red. I could barely breathe. My stomach churned, my body shuddering in terror. But the demonstration hadn't ended yet. This was Darcio's warmup before the grand finale. He drew a slow breath, his lips stretching into a demonic grin as he demanded, “Rip your heart out.”