Vincent Valentine Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

But none from Vampirehaven. “Is that insufferable buffoon waiting for us to send emissaries to grovel?” Frank asked angrily,as he and Jerry waited in the council chamber. “Calm down. Dusk may be arrogant but he isn’t stupid, he will give us the Chalice.” Jerry assured him. The next morning, a Noxala brought a message that changed everything.

Valentino’s low growl vibrated through the bond . Valeria — sweet, ruined, dripping — blinked up at Vincenzo with dazed confusion. “Won… what?” she slurred, voice wrecked. Vincenzo smiled — slow, feral, victorious — and kissed her forehead. “Nothing you need to worry about, little mate,” he murmured. “Just a game brothers play.” He leaned down — licked a slow stripe up her throat — tasting salt, tears, and the faint copper of my earlier blood.

Nathan's expression softened, a smile crossing his lips, but as quickly as it did, it faltered. "She collected your number?" Valentino's hand twitched. "Uh... yes," he answered, blinking. The boy rolled his eyes slightly and nodded, sighing as he turned to the window. He couldn't believe it. It took him three months to finally have his mate's contact, but he gave it to that red-haired moron the first time they met. "Nathan?" He closed his eyes. "What?" He asked, curtly. Valentino chuckled and he shot him a look.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

“Elaborate,” With an almost aggravated tilt of her head, Valene exhaled. “I know that I have not claimed nearly as many years as you or he has, but I’ve lived as your vassal long enough to know an extremely dangerous inhuman when I see one,” said Valene. “I could sense his brutality from the moment I laid eyes on him. Am I wrong?” I could not deny her insinuation. “The pup has always had a good sense of one’s character,” Aziz claimed in the back of my mind, and he was right. “You are not wrong,” I finally said after a moment of hesitation.

Mate is here. My eyes go wide, hearing her say that. I bolt out of the car and inhale leather and cardamom. It sends shivers through me. Euan is my mate. He’s mine. Coventina takes control and bolts through the door, barreling into Euan, making us topple to the floor. “Mate.”

Her eyes began to fade when a figure emerged, and everyone shifted back and bowed their heads. He could hardly get a clear sight of what the person who entered looked like. The person walked through the chaos and rows of lifeless bodies like it meant nothing to him, his dark aura parting the haze. He stopped before him, tilted his chin up with a single finger, and looked into his weakening eyes. "This one, he is mine.” Valen stretched out his eyes and immediately fell to the ground unconscious.

of frozen silence. But miles above them, the "Architect" was already "Indexing" the "Geothermal" heat-leak from Thorne’s cave. "The 'Target' has found the 'Ghost'," the Architect whispered into his "Neural-Link." "Initiate 'Phase Two: The Valentine Liquidation.' We don't need the father. We only need the 'Key'." Ethan Hawke looked out at the mountain peak where the "Seven-Star Vault" sat like a "Gilded" crown.

“You don’t walk into a private archive unless you plan to leave pieces behind.” Valentine stepped out. Calm as breathing. “If you’re going to threaten someone,” she said, “at least aim higher than bad theater.” Heads snapped toward her. Big man frowned. “Who the hell are you?” “Someone who noticed you left your flank wide open,” Valentine answered. She drove her elbow into his throat. The sound was wet. Ugly. Satisfying. Second man lunged. Valentine ducked. Grabbed his wrist. Twisted until the gun skittered across concrete. Kicked his knee sideways. He dropped screaming.

“The fuck does Thorne have to do with this?” “He is your Knight,” Valentin said. “He is to be your sparring partner while I instruct.” I licked the front of my teeth then tipped my head down to my hands. I side eyed Valentin. “I don’t see your finance enjoying that much,” I deadpanned. Valentin shifted in his seat. I turned to look at him and saw his jaw was clenched again. A bit of emotion was in his eyes, slipping through the cracks in his façade. But I couldn’t name the emotion, myself.