Beyblade Victory Valkyrie Novels & Stories

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

Since she is one of the ones who knows what happened and she is also the one who set up the thing that is being talked about now, she is the only one I can trust for my next step. This is very exciting, actually. I know that after this, that family will feel even more the fierceness of a woman who wants to take revenge. ***** When I finished watching the dance practice of Levit-Eight, the agreed-upon name of the girl group that also consists of eight women, I was a bit disappointed in their performance.

Zade smirks and deep down, I know he knows he won’t make it. “Come, little mate, unleash your vengeance, get your revenge,” he says, stepping closer to Valerie. She tenses but isn’t swayed as she shifts into her wolf form. ‘Wait! He’s mine, I’ll be the one to end him!’ she growls through the mind link. I hesitate, but we’re all right here in case he tries something. Valerie growls as she launches herself at him. “Stop!”

one of the elders had roared, preparing to attack Valentine who had a victorious look about his face. “I believe my orders were loud and clear,” Baldur had said, struggling to get to his feet. “Stay out of this.” Even beaten and held back by excruciating and unfathomable pain, Ty watched his Alpha live up to his name and title as he fought of Valentines and his remaining goons, he maintained his pious, taking every hit like a man and returning it like a beast. Lily had chosen that time to arrive at the base. He saw the moment realization dawned on her, her biggest fear turned to reality. He did manage to hold her back and keep her calm, whilst Baldur made quick work of Valentine and his goon

Valerie thought. “That scent… it’s.. That’s Daisy.” "Leam! Lucas!" She shouted as she transformed. She knew they were probably almost there. She flipped the wolf over baring her teeth at her. The blonde color wolf snarls and they begin to fight. She snapped at her aiming for her front leg and barely grazed her when the light-colored wolf went for her attack then a white wolf jumped in through the broken window joining in the fight. Suddenly a big cinnamon-colored wolf attacks the white one that just jumped in and another one attacks yet another one coming in, the one that came in after the white one was black.

“Not yet!” Taryn’s blade shifts, slashing Valthor’s arm, blood spilling, her hymn jarring, eyes cold. “You’re all fools,” she hisses, leaping back, wraith-shadows rallying to her. Valthor stumbles, helm dim, blade steady, voice rough. “Traitor!” Veyra’s blade surges, clashing with Taryn’s, sparks flying, eyes wet, voice breaking. “Why, Taryn?” Taryn’s stance hardens, blade parrying, voice sharp. “You’ll see.” The void-core pulses, shadow-energy erupting, wraith-heart’s claws slashing, hum screeching, Veil’s threads snapping. Kalia’s vision sharpens—the core’s crystalline heart, her orb’s light its undoing. “Aelys!” she calls, orb blazing, hymn steady, leading toward the core.

he warned. “I know.” Valerie gasped suddenly and grabbed her stomach. Not in pain. In shock. A sound, like a crack, split the air. The ground beneath her feet trembled. Her aura wasn’t like a wolf. It wasn’t even like an Alpha’s. It was something else entirely. I moved toward her, but the force that erupted from her knocked both Hunter and me a step back. She opened her eyes. They weren’t gold. They weren’t black. They were silver.

Zane’s POV Before anyone noticed it, I did. Out of the corner of my eyes as I watched Naya take a bow to the entire crowd on her victory, I saw Valkyra. She was rising from where she lay. Slowly and shaking with rage and a dark desire.. And with what looked like the very last of her strength. Her eyes were wild. Unhinged. “Neverrr…” she screeched, her voice cracking. “I’ll kill you!!!”

It was an extraordinarily enchanting dance that would captivate anyone who beheld it. The Emerald Gem Zither accompanied Val's movements, transforming the subtle melodies into luminous sword rays. The sword rays interweaved and carried threads of electrifying brilliance, enhancing their allure. Suddenly, Val halted mid-dance, transforming into a streak of lightning that directly pierced the demonic figure's brow. The element of surprise was a consistent tactic employed by Val. This time was no exception. The demonic figure was caught off guard and took a direct hit, a small mark appearing on its forehead. Subsequently, it ceased all movement.

I must be missing something here, I need to investigate more and find out what they are doing together, and why the hell are they, partners. From the look of things, Beverly doesn’t believe that Val is the girl thru are looking for, and that is why she is trying to bully and subdue her to see if she would resist her. I can see them looking at each other, communicating with their eyes as they bully her, and I know that her sure is not affecting Valerie. She would expose herself if she doesn’t act docile in front of the lycan princess. Instead of looking down in submission, she stared at her fixedly, sizing her Beverly up the same way she was sizing her up. “What the hell are you doing, Val?