Black Desert Online Valkyrie Novels & Stories

I worriedly thought. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - RENZO “Se7en, are you sure the mission will succeed?” the man on the other line asked. “Yes Eclipse. It’s Black Dragon, Topgun and Hawkeye together. The success rate is one hundred percent.” I told him as I glanced on the sleeping Ayla. She’s really lovely. I thought. “Are you still there Se7en?” Eclipse asked again. “Ahmm… Yes sir!” I answered.

she said to herself. She looked carefully at one of the frozen warrior. At the nape of his neck, she found a round symbol with a beam of blue light in the middle. She summoned her Valkyrie weapon and shot at the nape of their necks one by one. The warriors melted down leaving behind pools of fluid metal that eventually evaporated.

My vision blurred, the world tilting dangerously— And then, I wasn’t in my room anymore. --- A battlefield stretched endlessly before me. The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, and above them, Valkyries fought with a fierce, desperate rage. They were beautiful. Deadly. Their wings—black, silver, white—flashed like lightning as they clashed with monstrous creatures born of shadow. Their claws pulsed with golden light, slicing through the darkness with terrifying precision. But they were losing.

Ryker huddled behind a rusted crate, clutching the flash drive as if it were his lifeline. “Keep moving!” Damien ordered. Aurora grabbed Ryker’s arm, pulling him toward an old conveyor belt that led to the upper level. Below, more of Victoria’s operatives poured in, unleashing a hail of bullets. Metal sparked, dust rained down, and the factory trembled with the violence of battle. From his rooftop perch, Valkyr smirked. “They’re putting up a fight.” His lieutenant spoke again. “Do we intervene?” Valkyr adjusted his aim, lining up Damien in his crosshairs. He exhaled, finger tightening on the trigger—

On the plus side, it was far too late in the day for us to be heading back to Valkyrie HQ, so I’d be spending the night in his arms, which sometimes, is all you need as a stress relief. Sighing, I kicked my feet up, pulling out my phone and calling Ironclad, the current president of the Gearless Knights. I don’t have the best working relationship with the Gearless Knights, so I knew this was going to be interesting, to put it politely. Ironclad: Duchess, that’s not a name I see pop up on my phone often. What’s happening in the world of the Valkyrie? The Duchess: Ironclad, good to speak with you. I don’t know if it’s gotten to you through the grapevine yet, but I recently took over and integr

" You do sound like a traitor, and after what happened to Donaerys, you've given me every reason to believe that you are" " Valkyrie, watch your tongue". " No, how else can we explain the fact that the werewolves attacked our key component in our fight against them, if not that there is a spy amongst us". " I have warned you enough", Valeria said, releasing his claws and standing on his feet. " What the hell do you think you can do?" Valkyrie said in anger, also standing to his feet and hitting his released claws on the poor table that never committed any crime other than keeping them apart.

"We're formally welcoming you to our land, Valle de La Muerte." If she was surprised earlier, she didn't know what more adjectives she could use to express her feelings at the moment. "Valle de La Muerte..." She mumbled. The Valley of Death.

Vargak glanced at the God of the Skies, Jered, and nodded. "I'm fine. Destroy the abominations! I will focus on these vermins!" He yelled as he charged at the Solar ADFs. He struck at the first soldier he saw, a Dan-wi Gwishin trooper, bisecting him apart mercilessly. He jumped and landed on a tank, stabbing the cupola and killing the person who was about to man the .50 caliber mounted on the top. He went inside and slaughtered the tank crew before manipulating vehicles. The M1 Abrams Tank reversed from the column and aimed its barrel at the other M1 beside before firing it. Loud cries bursts from the radio dashboard of the tank. Vargak simply laughed.

COME BACK! The wind only screamed back. Three hundred yards away, on the other side of the high steel line, the world was completely dark. Valerie stumbled out of the brush, her boots hitting the cold, black asphalt of the deserted border highway. Every step felt like a needle driving straight into her brain. Her chest was a numb, freezing void where her soul used to be, and the tattered tunic she wore was soaked through with a mixture of rain, silver blocker, and her own independent blood.

“But mistakes are made when desperation rises. Alaric is desperate and will definitely slip. When he does… we will be there.” “Then it is agreed,” Bethany said, eyes flicking across the table. “We move silently, faster than the wolves. Every eye and ear in Drezova, in Dravenmere, even in the human cities, will belong to us.” There were reluctant nods. Disagreement still lingered in the air, but no one dared defy Valerian directly. For a brief moment, his eyes lowered, his thoughts silent. But under his composed exterior, his ambition burned.