A Valley of Darkness
Bella Forrest
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Harper
Scarlett
Fiona
Caia
Avril
Patrik
Hansa
Blaze
Jax
Serena
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A Shade of Vampire 52: A Valley of Darkness
Bella Forrest
Contents
Also by Bella Forrest
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New Generation List
Family tree
1. Harper
2. Scarlett
3. Fiona
4. Caia
5. Avril
6. Harper
7. Patrik
8. Harper
9. Harper
10. Fiona
11. Avril
12. Caia
13. Hansa
14. Harper
15. Blaze
16. Avril
17. Scarlett
18. Harper
19. Caia
20. Patrik
21. Harper
22. Scarlett
23. Caia
24. Jax
25. Avril
26. Fiona
27. Harper
28. Scarlett
29. Hansa
30. Avril
31. Avril
32. Caia
33. Harper
34. Hansa
35. Harper
36. Harper
37. Caia
38. Fiona
39. Harper
40. Harper
41. Serena
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HOTBLOODS
(Brand new vampire romance series!)
Hotbloods (Book 1)
THE GIRL WHO DARED TO THINK
The Girl Who Dared to Think (Book 1)
The Girl Who Dared to Stand (Book 2)
The Girl Who Dared to Descend (Book 3)
The Girl Who Dared to Rise (Book 4)
THE GENDER GAME
(Completed series)
The Gender Game (Book 1)
The Gender Secret (Book 2)
The Gender Lie (Book 3)
The Gender War (Book 4)
The Gender Fall (Book 5)
The Gender Plan (Book 6)
The Gender End (Book 7)
A SHADE OF VAMPIRE SERIES
Series 1: Derek & Sofia’s story
A Shade of Vampire (Book 1)
A Shade of Blood (Book 2)
A Castle of Sand (Book 3)
A Shadow of Light (Book 4)
A Blaze of Sun (Book 5)
A Gate of Night (Book 6)
A Break of Day (Book 7)
Series 2: Rose & Caleb’s story
A Shade of Novak (Book 8)
A Bond of Blood (Book 9)
A Spell of Time (Book 10)
A Chase of Prey (Book 11)
A Shade of Doubt (Book 12)
A Turn of Tides (Book 13)
A Dawn of Strength (Book 14)
A Fall of Secrets (Book 15)
An End of Night (Book 16)
Series 3: The Shade continues with a new hero…
A Wind of Change (Book 17)
A Trail of Echoes (Book 18)
A Soldier of Shadows (Book 19)
A Hero of Realms (Book 20)
A Vial of Life (Book 21)
A Fork of Paths (Book 22)
A Flight of Souls (Book 23)
A Bridge of Stars (Book 24)
Series 4: A Clan of Novaks
A Clan of Novaks (Book 25)
A World of New (Book 26)
A Web of Lies (Book 27)
A Touch of Truth (Book 28)
An Hour of Need (Book 29)
A Game of Risk (Book 30)
A Twist of Fates (Book 31)
A Day of Glory (Book 32)
Series 5: A Dawn of Guardians
A Dawn of Guardians (Book 33)
A Sword of Chance (Book 34)
A Race of Trials (Book 35)
A King of Shadow (Book 36)
An Empire of Stones (Book 37)
A Power of Old (Book 38)
A Rip of Realms (Book 39)
A Throne of Fire (Book 40)
A Tide of War (Book 41)
Series 6: A Gift of Three
A Gift of Three (Book 42)
A House of Mysteries (Book 43)
A Tangle of Hearts (Book 44)
A Meet of Tribes (Book 45)
A Ride of Peril (Book 46)
A Passage of Threats (Book 47)
A Tip of Balance (Book 48)
A Shield of Glass (Book 49)
A Clash of Storms (Book 50)
Series 7: A Call of Vampires
A Call of Vampires (Book 51)
A Valley of Darkness (Book 52)
A SHADE OF DRAGON TRILOGY
A Shade of Dragon 1
A Shade of Dragon 2
A Shade of Dragon 3
A SHADE OF KIEV TRILOGY
A Shade of Kiev 1
A Shade of Kiev 2
A Shade of Kiev 3
THE SECRET OF SPELLSHADOW MANOR
(Completed series)
The Secret of Spellshadow Manor (Book 1)
The Breaker (Book 2)
The Chain (Book 3)
The Keep (Book 4)
The Test (Book 5)
The Spell (Book 6)
BEAUTIFUL MONSTER DUOLOGY
Beautiful Monster 1
Beautiful Monster 2
DETECTIVE ERIN BOND (Adult thriller/mystery)
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New Generation List
Avril (vampire): adopted daughter of Lucas and biological daughter of Marion.
Blaze (fire dragon): son of fire dragons Heath and Athena.
Caia (part fae/human): daughter of Grace and Lawrence.
Fiona (vampire): daughter of Benedict (son of Rose and Caleb) and Yelena.
Harper (sentry/vampire): daughter of Hazel and Tejus.
Scarlett (vampire): daughter of Jeramiah (son of Lucas Novak) and Pippa (daughter of Cameron Hendry).
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Harper
(Daughter of Hazel & Tejus)
The red eyes haunted me in my dreams. The few hours of sleep I managed to get late that night were plagued with the invisible fiends that moved too fast and had nearly killed us in the Valley of Screams. One of them clawed at me and s
tartled me back to consciousness.
I sat up in bed, covered in cold sweat and breathing heavily, as yesterday’s events replayed in my mind. The windows to my room were covered with black shutters, keeping me in the cool safety of darkness.
We couldn’t reach out to Draven via Telluris. We’d tried, over and over, with no success. None of us could even feel him. After that, we even attempted to connect with each other here, on Neraka. That didn’t work either. And our phones were useless here. We’d been reduced to good old-fashioned verbal communication, face to face, or written. It sucked, and it put us on edge, but we’d come to this planet to investigate this string of mysterious disappearances and to help the Exiled Maras.
While their bloody past had gotten them cast out of Eritopia and settled on this planet, in a galaxy far away, they didn’t deserve to suffer like this—not after they’d rebuilt their lives and found better, more ethical ways to feed.
The Valley of Screams was dangerous. We’d experienced it firsthand. The gorges were tall, dark, and filled with deadly secrets that we couldn’t hear or see. We could only feel the pain they inflicted on us with sharp claws, and only caught glimpses of their fiery red eyes.
I got out of bed and slipped into the shower. I removed my bandages, as my side was completely healed. Only the memory of last night’s vicious fight lingered. I was determined to get to the bottom of whatever this was. Those creatures were not invincible. They had weak spots, and my mysterious rescuer had shown me one.
Who was he? He’d been quite aggressive, downright angry that we’d ventured into the Valley of Screams in the first place. As if it bothered him to come in and help us. He knew more than the other Exiled Maras and yet kept his identity secret, hidden beneath a black mask and a hood. There was definitely more to this mystery than just disappearances and families left grieving for their loved ones.
I put on another combat suit, this one made of navy-blue leather. I mounted the protective diamond-fiber plates and stocked up on weapons—my twin blades on my belt, two long knives on my back, two medium blades strapped to both thighs, plus two small knives in my boots. I added triangular, throwable blades from one of the utility satchels to my belt, along with healing capsules and powders for several minor defensive spells, courtesy of the now-defunct swamp witches.
I wasn’t going to underestimate those invisible creatures again.
I pulled my hair up in a ponytail, prepped my backpack with additional powders, herbs, and the spell scrolls, grabbed my round shield, and headed downstairs.
The Broken Bow Inn was quiet this morning. I figured it had to do with the Exiled Maras still sleeping at this early morning hour, while the Imen labored to get everything ready for lunch. The maids were preparing some of the spare rooms on the top floor, carrying armfuls of fresh linens upstairs, while the waiters wiped the tables and seating in the reception and bar area.
The bartender was busy wiping crystal glasses and metallic chalices when he saw me. His square face brightened with a smile, and he nodded politely and pointed at a dark green manual grinder.
“Good morning, milady!” he greeted, his voice warm and soft. “Would you like some coffee? Or perhaps blood? We have a fresh batch that was just delivered by our suppliers.”
“Suppliers?” I asked, taking my seat on one of the tall bar stools and placing my shield on the one next to me.
“Yes, milady.” He pulled a glass bottle from what looked like a refrigerator of sorts. I used my True Sight to study the cooler’s interior and noticed pale blue gems glowing on the bottom. I’d seen them before in a swamp witch scroll and assumed it was a cooling spell of sorts, to keep such sensitive drinks fresh. “Our city is home to a couple thousand moon-bison from which we draw blood. They’re well fed and looked after, so they can replenish and give blood each month. Every morning, we get bottles in, as the Imen farmers draw blood in batches. Would you like a glass?”
“Sure, and I’ll have a coffee, too, thank you,” I replied, then glanced around. “What are moon-bison?”
“Oh, they’re large herbivores, milady. Very gentle creatures. The Maras like their blood because it’s slightly sweeter than that of other creatures, and we enjoy their milk.”
They seemed to have acquired a good balance in Azure Heights. The Imen were treated well, despite their inferior, servile roles. They worked hard and helped provide basic food for the Maras by raising moon-bison, which seemed like a fair trade. The only thing that bugged me was the mind-bending that some had been subjected to, according to Avril and Heron.
I could see it, too, in the inn workers. This bartender seemed bright and sober, but the maids were blank and pale, creeping me out with their inability to look me in the eyes.
“What can you tell me about the Spring Ball?” I asked, then took a sip from the glass he filled with fresh blood. I would need to replenish my energy reserves, as well. I’d depleted most of my sentry stamina with the barriers I’d thrown at the invisible fiends last night. I’d have to ask Caia or Blaze to help me out, as their fiery minds were quite potent.
“Oh, it’s a wonderful event, milady!” the bartender said, grinding coffee and scooping it into a paper filter, while a kettle full of water boiled next to him on a hot metal plate. “Spring is, by far, one of the most beautiful seasons. Everything is in full bloom on the mountain, and the air is cool but the temperatures are perfect. Sure, there’s the occasional shower, but it’s barely anything. Most importantly, spring fruit is absolutely delicious. The Exiled Maras actually adopted the spring celebration from our people. The Imen have honored this season for eons.”
He poured hot water through the paper filter into a large white porcelain cup, then served my fresh coffee with a jar of honey.
“Thank you,” I said. “Have you ever been to the Spring Ball?”
“Once, milady, but I was working.” The Iman bartender smiled. “For your kind, it is an exquisite experience. I thoroughly recommend it. It’s highly entertaining, and a lot of effort is put into the seasonal blood dishes. And the costumes are simply stunning each year. The Exiled Maras love their fashion!”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” I smirked, watching two young Exiled Mara females take their seats outside on the covered terrace, while an Iman waiter took their order. They’d made quite the effort for breakfast, with beautifully tailored dresses in shades of pale green and yellow, with white ruffles and elegant headdresses.
The waiter came in and left an order for the bartender. I took it as my cue to go and enjoy my drink on the far edge of the platform. The awnings were huge and thick, excellent at keeping the shade constant over the entire terrace throughout the day, while at night they were pulled back, giving the Exiled Maras the pleasure of admiring the starry sky with its three moons.
I pulled one of the spare metal chairs outside to the edge and sat down, putting my feet up on the white marble balustrade bordering the platform. I took long sips from my drink, shield at my side, as I gazed at the wide plains and the Valley of Screams.
The fields were covered in soft green grass, and I could see large herbivores grazing in herds—they looked big enough to be the moon-bison that the bartender had mentioned. The assumption was further enforced by the Imen who were perched atop horses, keeping the creatures together.
The gorges looked beautiful in the distance, like gray limestone giants. Shadows filled the crevices, and massive sequoia-like trees were scattered along the edges. Streams of water poured out from several openings, spreading across the open plain. It would’ve resembled a little chunk of heaven, had it not been for the risk of death hiding inside.
“Still here, I see.” Caspian’s low, husky voice startled me, nearly making me jump out of my chair.
I spilled some coffee and cursed under my breath. I’d been so absorbed in the stunning view that I hadn’t even heard him stop next to me. I glanced up, but he didn’t look at me. He focused on the gorges with a cold, stern expression.
“Where else would I go?�
�� I asked, already knowing what his answer would be based on our previous tense exchanges.
“Back to your world. Back to safety,” he replied.
“Not happening until we get to the bottom of this, and you know it,” I shot back, already feeling my decent morning spoiled. “It was Neraka that reached out to us in the first place.”
“I didn’t approve that.” His jade eyes found mine, and I stilled, clutching my coffee. “Besides, you’re in over your heads, and last night proved it.”
“Oh, because we actually saw those responsible for all these disappearances, and because we rescued one of their victims?” I raised an eyebrow, tension building in my stomach.
“Saw?”
“Kind of. You know what I mean,” I muttered, and looked away, his gaze too intense for my already-stretched nerves.
A minute passed in silence. The morning breeze brushed against my face, and his masculine fragrance instantly filled me up—a bold mixture of musk and hot spices. It did things to my senses, and I didn’t know what to make of it.
I gave him a sideways glance, focusing on his eyes. I wondered if he could be my masked savior. But the voice didn’t fit, and he was an absolute jerk, relentlessly antagonizing me over the course of the single day I’d been here.
He can’t be. I didn’t want him to be my savior, either. He’d been too thorny, always glaring and pushing back. I didn’t want to be indebted to him in any way.
“I’m planning to propose the relocation of our city,” he said, breaking my train of thought. “It’s time to consider moving somewhere less… deadly.”
