Black Desert Online Valkyrie Novels & Stories

My Vanguard soldiers instantly slammed their heavy spears against their iron shields in a deafening, synchronized salute to their warlord. I turned back toward the dark interior of the vehicle, smoothing down my black armor. I extended my open, armored hand toward Valeria. I fully intended to play the role of the dominant, protective Vanguard Alpha—to physically show the entire continent that the Blood Moon Heir was securely under my thumb and my military protection. But Valeria didn't even look at my hand. She completely ignored my outstretched palm, stepping right past me with a fluid, terrifying grace that entirely cut me out of the frame.

Her eyes, even from across the room, seemed to find Leo’s and hold them. Scarlet followed, a flame-haired Valkyrie. Where Jade was liquid, Scarlet was fire, sharp, defined muscle under alabaster skin dusted with freckles. A harness of red leather held her heavy breasts, and a matching thong disappeared into the lush copper curls at her apex. She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp.

I replied, keeping my expression perfectly neutral as I turned to face her. "Don't insult my intelligence," Valerie said, walking slowly toward me, her boots crunching rhythmically in the deep snow. "I've fought across the northern borders for a decade. I know a warrior when I see one. The way you balance your weight, the lack of fear in your eyes when an Alpha growls you are no low-ranking Omega orphan." She stopped less than two feet away, her ice-blue eyes boring into mine. "And yet," Valerie continued, leaning in close enough that I could smell the metallic tang of winter on her breath, "your scent is completely dead. It’s a beautifully crafted lie. But every lie has a flaw."

~078 Desert Storm The heat in the Moroccan desert was merciless, a thick, dry weight pressing down on every breath. Sand shifted in slow motion across the cracked landscape, whispering secrets from ages past. And somewhere beneath it all, something darker stirred - something built to stay hidden. The convoy pulled up just before dawn. Four matte-black tactical vehicles. Unmarked. Armored. Dust-streaked. Bella stepped out first, eyes narrowed behind mirrored lenses. Xavier followed, helmet in hand, his posture steel-cold. Sable was already checking her rifle at the tailgate. Lyra tapped into a tablet, accessing the schematic Elodie had patched in from the Cathedral.

Now, with my child gone, the last trace of my feelings for Renato had vanished completely. My family controlled the lifeline of arms supply across all of Sheily Island. If my father truly lost his temper, the Valentino family would be utterly destroyed. "Send the order," my father said into the encrypted communicator, his voice cold. "Cut off all supply lines to the Valentino family's docks. Seize the shipment coming in from Eastaropan." A crisp reply came from the other end. "Yes, Don!" Facing retaliation, Renato struck back quickly. He led his men in three assaults on the docks—but each time, they were driven back by my family's overwhelming firepower.

Two hours later, the War Room was silent. Ethan, Emily, and the Ancients were watching the tactical feed on the main screen. Squad 7—twenty elite Silverclaw wolves—were moving through the Red Valley. "They are making good time," Emily said, feeling a flush of pride. "See? I told you." Then, the feed flickered. A rumble shook the speakers. On the screen, the snow on the valley walls began to move. "Avalanche!" the squad leader screamed over the comms.

I guess there’s a lot of that going around these days. ‘Alpha!’ I hear one of my warriors in my head—Valda, one of Kelly’s friends who is currently in wolf form. ‘We have something over here, just off the road to the east.’ I run over and see Valda and some others gathered in a circle in the roadside brush. All of them have their noses fixed on something on the ground in front of them. I still haven’t shifted yet, so I squat down to take a look at it. “Auto glass,” I say, picking up the piece.

he said, taking off his shoes and working with me on the news. Fake news, fake news, other fake news... Late at night, we finally eliminated all the wrong answers and found the only correct message. “The Dark Valley,” Nuri repeated the correct message. I remembered. Meggie once told the story of the Dark Valley. The Dark Valley is also known as the Death Valley, and it is said that none of those who entered the valley ever made it out. Legend has it that it is a place full of bones, where vampire bats and Vipers live.

Valerie stood a few paces away, back to him, wiping her swords clean on the body of the dead wolf beside her. Sudden silence stretched between them. She finally turned. Their eyes met. "You're welcome." “Good to see you still remember how to fight,” Hyde muttered coldly. Valerie shrugged. “Wasn’t exactly trained by a regular teacher.” Hyde shrugged, kneeling beside one of the wolves, inspecting its eyes. “They are not from around here," “I saw.” Another silence. She crouched beside another body, observing carefully. Hyde’s gaze drifted toward her but shifted away just as fast.

All of them were heavily armed and armored, and were champing at the bit to get into the action. “This one,” said Lucifer. “It looks ripe for the picking.” Ze traced their path towards one of the Imperial battleships on the field, and pinpointed one of its two open hangar bays. “We hit it hard,” ze continued. “And we hit it fast.” “Acknowledged,” Freya replied over comms. “Valkyrie - we’re going in first. Weapons free!” Freya and her Valkyrie squadron immediately pushed their throttles forward to the maximum and charged towards their prey with ferocity. Each of them primed their shoulder-mounted plasma lances until the barrels glowed and the circuitry sang.