Venti X Dvalin Novels & Stories

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

When the barista saw her smile, he praised it by saying, "A smile is the best make up that any girl can wear. But true smile like this only persist till the end." After this he also said that by once again correcting the tea cups, "Best of you both, it’s something you and your Valentine can share and enjoy together" and then went to take other orders. Now William and Nevaeh alone in the table. Nevaeh mumbled in a confused voice, "valentine??" William who felt weird at first now start to taste the teas on front of him one by one by thinking that, "anyway, these two are of little confusing like Abigal. But wasting food is not good especially free ones".

DEATH VALLEY The blast left an indelible trace, and the dry and fragile scales that were burned up by the blast began to fall off its limbs one by one. The vurhan charged for another blast with a barbequed hand. Slejj leapt in front of the girls and Daito, throwing his hands in the air, conjuring up yet another distortion in their path. It spewed specks into the air, forming a massive barrier. Daito had a hard time opening his eyes. Blood clots beneath his eyelids made it painful, and his eyelids rolled up, snapping and dropping the dried blood to the ground. Uncontrollable dizziness resulted from the pulsing pain coursing through his brain.

King Damien urges, tilting his head to the side and giving her his neck to drink his blood. She sinks into his neck, drinking as he continues to thrust into her faster now to ride her through her release. “Oh, goddess!” Valerie moans, dropping onto the bed, as she breathes harshly. “Thank you,” she says. “You're welcome. Now I dominate what's mine,” he snarls possessively. “Don't hold back,” Valerie purrs, her eyes glowing red, a seductive and alluring grin on her face as she licks her lips in anticipation.

Val stood in the arena’s center, his small frame tense, blue eyes darting for an escape. The crowd was smaller than The Pit’s, but the hunger for blood was the same. “You’re done, Rhen,” Darren sneered, cracking his knuckles. “I’m taking your points today.” Val’s Rank 17 flashed in my mind—low enough to make him a target, but he’d dropped from 20 after the Vault mess. My wolf growled, urging me to step in, but Soren’s warning rang clear: Interfere again, and you lose points. I stayed at the edge, arms crossed, my eyes locked on Val.

Vadim asked, placing his hands over the fire while the three vampires that tied Vincenzo stood beside the wooden beams. “I would die trying to deliver your head to Darius.” Vincenzo snarled, his voice filled with rage. Vadim snickered. Next to the fire was a wooden table with different weapons; axes, blades, daggers, and stakes. Vadim scoffed before he reached for an ax. He stepped toward him and struck the ax on Vincenzo's chest, breaking his ribs. He screamed and his voice echoed through the empty room while Vadim pulled the ax down to his stomach.

+15 +15 +15 < Total 105 Exp received > < Exp: 620/1000 > < Mana: 10/100 > < Energy tank: 4770/5000 > < Stats: Seven (7) > < overall: 20(3) strength stat received > < Strength: 1,260 > < overall: 10(1) speed stat received > < Speed: 310 > < overall: 15(3) durability stat received > < Durability: 145 > < Agility: 200 > < Vitality: 100 > < Stamina: 100 > < Resistance: (0) > Vic killed seven beasts using Spiro's spear, while Spiro who was using a sword killed only three. Although he didn't show it, but he was getting envious of Vic.

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE TWELVE Charlotte POV My heart skip a beat, I quickly walk out of the corridor. I felt bitter within me. I went home and met my dad in the sitting room looking puzzled "Good evening dad" I said trying to avoid any conversation as I head toward my room "Where is Chris?" he ask in a tense voice, I guess he knew Chris left already "An just coming back from school have not see him" I mumbled

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

Mark's eyes widen when he saw the different look I have on my face now whenever that darkness inside me, is in control right now. "Well you asked for it." I replied back and then grabbed his pinky finger and ripped out its nail by using the pliers. Mark screamed out in pain and I laughed out loud. "Next time you thought of trying to destroy me, I'll pull out our teeth with this. But too bad, there won't be a next time for you mark. Consider this a farewell warning for you to hell." I grabbed his second last finger and ripped out its nail while he shivered uncontrollably and screaming out loud.