All Chapters of Clash of the Battle Valley Empires : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He stood there in dark training clothes, A sword in his left hand, broad-shouldered, commanding, his presence filling the space like a storm cloud. He smelt like iron, earth and his scent wolf hit her all at once. She froze in place before shaking her head vigorously to reality. She dropped to her knees immediately. He could send her to the red tower, for that mere accident. He could starve her for days, give her punishment that would be too great for her to bear. She was scared to her core.“I...I’m sorry my price, am so very sorry” she whispered. “Please forgive me. I did not mean to…”“Stop.” His voice was low when he interrupted.Vivienne froze, heart pounding violently. Her eyes became misty. This was wrong. Meeting him in the morning meant bad luck for the whole day, or even the whole week.She had grown up in the palace. She had seen him her whole life. If cruel was a person, it would be called Alpha Almond Rudieloff. He hated her to the core of his bones. He had bullied her so

The hours came in slowly toward midnight, as though the moon itself were holding its breath. Everybody waited in anticipation for this memorable night. Adrian was the happiest of them all, He was the only royal transforming that night. However many had transformed a year before him and others were to transform the next year. He was a golden boy, he shared his day with no one else.Only one hour remained.The Moon Hall stood at the northern wing of the palace, Bolivia’s most sacred architectural treasure. A huge domed structure built withwhite colored marble, its surface shone as if painted with powdered stars. The hall had no sharp corners: instead, every wall ended in soft curves. A wide circular podium was at the center, and directly above it, the dome opened into the sky like a giant eye staring straight into the heavens.The opening was called The Celestial Tear. It was wide enough for the full blood moon to pour its light straight into the dome. At the hour of 12:00, the glass wo

Monera called softly through the mesh “Vivienne, breathe. We are here for you”Vivienne didn't look at her at all. she did not spare her even one glance. S.Monera exchanged a knowing look with Oliver which did not go unnoticed by Rudieloff who was now standing not far from them, blendng so well with the rest of the slaves, barely noticeable. They were up to something. Its like they had expected Vivienne to turnout a junk but she had disappointed them. Why would they wish her such bad luck, Rudieloff was finding it confusing. things were not adding up.Vivienne's eyes opened. Pure silver. A golden sl*t ran vertically through the irises. she lifted her head in dominance, moonlight struck her pupils and they shone brightly. Her fur became so whiter than snow and a golden strip ran from her nostrils and covered her whole tail. she was a wonder and everyone was marvelled at the sight.She turned towards the other wolves all of them were terrified of the strange wolf before them. Her howl r

‎A few moments later, Oliver came back with S. Monera. Two trays of Food in both their hands. He handed one to Cecilia. Instead of giving another to Vivienne, he sat where she was, helped her to sit up and started to feed her. ‎ Vivienne hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to eat, trembling a little as spoonfuls were being lifted to her mouth. At first, she took tiny bites, then gradually ate more confidently, even trying to bits of Oliver’s portion from his tray.‎ “Not so fast,” Oliver said with a soft laugh, brushing hair from her face. “You can chew at your own pace. I have time.”‎ Her cheeks burned, but she continued to eat, hunched over the food, as though it anchored her to reality. Oliver watched her every motion, eyes warm, voice gentle. “That’s it… good girl. You’re doing fine. You will be just fine.”‎ They ate in silence. He was so invested in what he was doing that he even forgot that there were other people in the room.

The door creaked softly as Oliver pushed it open, careful not to startle anyone inside. The familiar scent of damp earth that aways came from Vivienne greeted him the moment he stepped into the small room. For a second, he just stood there, his breath slowing after the weight of everything he had just come from.His breath became steady but heavy with everything he had carried back from the fields, from the palace, from the questions that had been thrown at him and the answers he had carefully guarded. His nostrils caught faint traces of herbs that S. Monera must have used to clean and soothe Vivienne’s wounds and bruises. His eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light filtering through the small window, and when they finally settled, they found her.Vivienne was no longer lying helplessly beneath blankets as he had last seen her. She was seated on her narrow bed, her back resting lightly against the wall. A thin blanket was draped over her legs, and her fingers were loosely clasped in her