Winx Valtor Novels & Stories

Chris' eyes flick to me for a brief, loaded moment before returning to Valtors, “Yes or course. Good thing we've already negotiated a price, and I’m simply here to finalize the transaction and ensure that the piece is, indeed, everything I’ve been led to believe it is…” Valtor turns on the charm, his voice dripping with the kind of suaveness that could sell a fridge to an Eskimo, “ I must confess that you’re not the only party interested in this piece. In fact, I have others willing to pay double—no, triple—what we agreed upon.” Chris' gaze turns skeptical, yet Valtor persists.

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.

Valerie entered the door, following Walt inside, and closed it behind her. He didn’t even look over his shoulder, but walked as if he expected her to be right behind him. And she was, because that’s what Damien, her master, told her to do. As they walked, she studied him, taking better inventory of the man who was about to… She sighed. Who was about to do whatever he wanted to her. Walt possessed mussed up gray hair that probably hadn’t had a brush run through it in weeks, if he even brushed it at all. And by the looks of it, he rarely washed it. He was a thin man, but still had a slightly muscular build under his baggy clothes and walked with a slight stoop of his shoulders, almost as if he

Valtor's phone rang. He picked up casually, his eyes narrowing with each second. Then, he stood abruptly. His chair screeched and fell to the floor. "What?!" he shouted. Mrs. Julia froze with a teacup in hand. Max looked up, startled. The spoon slipped from his small fingers. Valtor’s phone dropped. He staggered back, then collapsed into his seat like someone had just taken the breath out of him. ….… Flashing red and blue lights. Rain poured from the sky.

Hoping she could tell him something at least. Although he could tell that Valeria was not like Victoria or Lindsey. She was a fragile human being. As expected, Valeria had no idea. Valeria shook her head and narrowed her gaze again. "My name is Winston Hound. I am the vampire Master from Rome. And I am the man you are fated with. I am your mate." Said the vampire master standing in front of Valeria. Valeria's eyes widened as she looked at the man standing in front of her. She was staring into his eyes while breathing heavily. She never expected to be with a vampire master. But she was somewhat happy knowing that her mate was a vampire master. That too a man who looked like a Greek God. Looki

It was on, and on it was a paused video of a warrior in a training ground. When she tapped play, the scene came to life and made more sense. The beta was practically blitzing through obstacles and hitting with such accuracy, each bamboo figure was broken, or at least, deformed badly in places. “Any idea who that is?” I did, and I gasped. “Valory. But how?” She would have easily put Soraya down if these skills I’m seeing here were put to use on the arena. Kira opens my palm and puts something in it. When I bring it to my face, I flinch back reflexively. It’s an almost empty bottle of wolfsbane.

He came back into the shower and cupped Vivian's face. Valtor: You are as stunning as you used to be. You look old now. But I know this is because you were away from me. Valtor said in a seductive tone. Vivian shivered again and tried to free her face from his hold. But his hold was firm and he was stronger than she had imagined. Valtor leaned in and forced his mouth on her. She tried to slap him away or push him hard so he would stumble and she would be free but nothing helped her at all.

I commanded, but she kept on laughing. All of a sudden, she stopped laughing, and then turned to look at me. I was almost scared by the firmness with which she stared at me. “You and him are a thing, right?” She asked, shaking her head. “Why?” “When he comes out, he will be like Typhon, the storm god.” Valendor said. “Why?” “He won't have the ability to control the storms or anything else, but he will sometimes lose control of himself.” Valendor said, and her eyes started glowing. Something made me feel like she was giving more information than she should.

“This is Crown Prince Valen Wolverson, our soon-to-be werewolf King and his Beta, Devin Smithson.” Mikayla emitted a feeble, “Hi.” “Open the cell,” Valen commanded, firm and flat. His aura had the same burning, upward-pushing energy as a Saturn V rocket. Depending on his words, it either sucked you in or spat you out. Axel stepped forward with the keys and performed the task, sliding the silver bar door open. Mikayla did not move and her pale blue eyes rested only on me. “So you are the little fairy who managed to tie down this stubborn Alpha?” Valen informally asked to help her relax. Mikayla twisted her mouth in the cutest way that made me want to kiss her. “Come out, Mikayla.”

Powerful Lycans and Alphas from different packs talked in groups, their sharp eyes scanning the room. Ryan, the new Alpha of the Mega Pack, walked up to Valtor and bowed deeply. “Alpha Valtor, thank you for coming.” Valtor gave him a short nod. “You only have me for two minutes,” he said with a smile. Ryan’s gaze flickered toward me for a brief moment, then he turned away. “Please, come this way.”