Romans & histoires Vampire Valek

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

she teased before he streaked away and launched herself at a youngling who had gotten too close. Vale spun on his heels and blurred into the trees. If they were just hearing about the vampires then they would be on the evacuation site before he got there. He was tasked to protect the dogs so he would do so to the best of his ability, no matter how abhorrent he found the task. ____

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.

, Valkyrie said in his always ' I am very sure' demeanor, looking like Aro, the leader of the volturi in the Twilight series with his pale face, except that his hair wasn't grown out. " So what are you insinuating?" Valeria asked in an intricately annoying manner. The two never ceased to make it too obvious that they were in a cat and dog relationship. " I say we attack first, we should raid the Northcave pack and attack just like we did with the Westlake pack", an overpowering aura was building up in him. " And have you forgotten that the Northcave pack sealed off their territory with ash-wood trees?" Valeria bantered back.

“Yet she still flinches.” Zara turned slowly as Victor Vale stepped into view. Immaculate. Poised. Deadly. His obsidian suit clung like shadow. A silver tie pin in the shape of a fang gleamed at his throat. His smile was razor-thin. Victor Vale. Brother. Challenger. Viper in a tailored coat. “Little brother,” he said, sounding pleased, “you’ve made quite the show of things lately. Fires. Announcements. Marking ceremonies in the middle of old courts. Bold.”

"I'm sorry, wha-" In less than a split second, my entire body feels rejuvenated, like someone just poured an entire tank of sunshine on me. What in the actual - "Mirror," the voice urges, and I quickly pad over to the mirror (wincing when I step on the hem of Mother's maxi dress), only to freeze when I see the wolf in the mirror. "That's us," the voice says proudly. Us? Shoot. Maybe the alcohol was a lot more than I thought. "You are a werewolf, Valeria." The voice is quieter now, but I hear the firmness in its voice, the convincing tone in its statement.

~*~ Vampires can flash over small bodies of water, rivers, lakes, and streams, but we can't flash ourselves over oceans—hence the reason I took a Vampire-run airplane to Spain. I had left the Council members behind with Ignacio in charge. He wouldn't be able to convince other Neratomay because he couldn't repeat the secrets, but they could do damage control. And, if needed, the secrets in each of their heads could be weapons. The moment I landed I found the links for Alexis and Ran and followed them to a small villa in the country. It was customary to announce your arrival to the Neratomay Council that controlled each city, but Alexis had already paid them a visit and had killed everyone.

"You want to pit a trained killer against a woman you’ve been calling a fragile, pathetic human for months?" "If she’s as special as you say, it shouldn't be an issue," Vane retorted. He snapped his fingers, and from the side shadows, Valerius stepped out. Valerius was huge. He was like seven feet of solid, vampiric muscle, covered in scars and holding a sword that looked like it was made from black glass. He didn't look at me like I was a person; he looked at me like a target. He walked into the center of the room, the other nobles clearing out of the way like they were afraid of catching his shadow.

"He is right behind me. I shall wait in his chambers." The tall, imposing vampire stops in his tracks, his piercing eyes locking onto me. He is a high-born warrior from the Valecrest Vampire Bloodline, a male I recall seeing around the Draven Blood Manor during my adolescent years. He extends a pale, clawed hand. "I am Cassian Valecrest. You possess an incredibly familiar aura, little wolf." "I have seen you lurking in Master Draven's shadow-ring," I reply, meeting his gaze without flinching. His dark eyes narrow, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he steps closer, his scent of ozone and cold steel filling my senses. "I am absolutely certain my beast would remember a gorgeous, enticing fe