Winx Valtor Novels & Stories

DEA "Hands up or your opponent will easily strike you. Protect your face at all costs so you can anticipate their next strike," Quade ordered. We were only fifteen minutes into my usual hour combat class but I already heaved for air while my lungs threatened to vacate my body to find a new owner that would take better care of them. I had gone to work this morning with three wolves patrolling the building. Victor had even ordered a wolf to trail Erica. As my best friend, she had a target on her back. Or, at least, that was what Sydney implied and Sylvain agreed—something about that happening to her mother's best friend.

“… I now crown you, Alpha Valens Thomas Castillo I, the king of werewolves.” The temple reverberated with applause as the oracle crowned Valens. She placed the crown on his head, took a step back, and curtsied. Applauses followed after that and I was grinning from ear to ear.

She answered as she cocked her gun and they all went outside. She searched desperately for Alexei but she couldn’t find him, at least he wasn’t going to interrupt her, she could do whatever she wanted to do without feeling like she was hurting him. She was still fighting when she felt a sharp pain in her back, she turned to see Jace had poked her with a sword and it wasn’t just any kind of sword. It was Silver with a tremendous amount of wolfsbane. Valerie gagged as she pulled the sword out of her and to her and Jace’s surprise, she healed even quicker than any other wolf would.

“I want Darian and Cassian every wolf who ever looked at me like I was nothing to understand exactly what they threw away.” My voice didn’t shake. Not once. “That the most powerful Alpha in North America chose me… and I chose him back.” Something in Valtherion’s expression broke open. Not the controlled, untouchable mask he showed the world, but something underneath. Raw. Vulnerable. “Yes,” he said, his voice rough. “A thousand times yes.” He reached for me. I caught his wrists. “Wait.” He stopped, reading my face. The joy dimmed, replaced by something cautious.

Folkor says and Valory stare at him with her mouth agape and Folkor continues. "Enya, Love, this is Valory, she used to be my lead warriors, but her mate is the Beta of Jarek's pack, so she joined him." He says and Enya greet her with a shy smile and nod, but Valory who recovered from her initial shock look at her with narrowed eyes. " You are jot a dragon, wolf or anything I know" She says and look around sniffing in te air. "I don't know what any of these people are" She says suspiciously.

"My system calculates that Val recognizes infinitely more data regarding your true baseline than your processor realizes, and instead of navigating a high-velocity flight path in the opposite direction, his hand secured this specific asset for your wolf. That behavioral output projects an immense volume of conceptual data, does it not?" Finn uncurled his massive palm, staring down at the structural contours of the miniature helicopter. His character might possess the diagnostic parameters of an absolute expert bastard, but his intellectual centers were sufficiently optimized to decode the profound weight of what the token represented. Valentina held a flawless comprehension of the genuine en

“My father doesn’t approve of you and although I may want you for myself, I have to think about the future of the pack. A promiscuous woman cannot be my Luna” Promiscuous? Where did that come from? “We are mates. You can’t just abandon me. Our fates have been sealed together by the moon goddess” “Not if I reject you” he responded coldly. Too cold for the man who promised me a beautiful life together. My hands dropped and I took a staggering step backward. What? Does he want to reject me? How did we go from being all over each other to this? He took a long breath and looked me straight in the eye, all emotions drained from them. “I, Cordy Lockwood, Alpha of Silverhowl Pack reject you, Valerie

Maya said sternly "Come on don't exaggerate, I do love Ryan and Owen but I want to go home." Valentina said "Hm, there must be a reason why he doesn't want to take you there yet, but if you insist on that I will take you there myself. Though I can't recall, but we will find a way no matter how long it takes." Maya said Valentina has a silver wolf inside of her, a very rare breed, one that most werewolves pray for relentlessly. Wolves who has this kind of breed inside them, becomes unstoppable monsters at the slightest of provocations.

Setting Alexandro on edge? That, he could do. And now he had a new advantage. A human Luna. Soft. Mortal. Fragile. There was always something to exploit. “Maintain the tension,” Valerian said quietly. “But don’t engage.” The soldier bowed again. “As you command, my king.” Valerian turned back toward the path, continuing the slow ascent to the upper levels of the fortress. The torches lining the walls flickered in the wind, casting sharp shadows across the stone. As he entered the keep, the heavy doors groaned shut behind him, locking the winter out.

“That’s why I’m here tonight. My pack needs partnerships, and one with a man like Mr. Lin would be invaluable for us.” Mr. Lin smiled indulgently, nodding in thanks. He was a good host, Harrison thought. “However, I think that we can be of great use to him as well,” Valeria said. She placed both of her hands on the edges of the podium, leaning back and smiling a little. Harrison frowned. When had Valeria gotten so confident? She had always been timid when they were together, allowing him to do the talking. “I can’t offer a good deal like Iron Valley, since my warriors still have families to feed,” she said. “So I will have to insist on a contract that pays each person in the detail the stand