Blind Guardian Valhalla Lyrics Novels & Stories

The guards exchanged uncertain glances, hesitating. Nathan laughed coldly, casually picked up a baseball bat, and walked over to me. Looking down at me from above, his eyes filled with mockery and contempt. "They don't dare, but I do." I looked up at him in despair. The gentle affection we once shared seemed like an illusory dream. I couldn't believe he would treat me this way. I fearfully tried to back away, but he kicked me to the ground. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, and before I could recover, he viciously struck my already injured left leg with the bat.

Bram slid into the passenger side, quiet as ever. “Boss, you can’t drive. I’ll do it,” the guard said from behind. I didn’t even turn. Just glared through the rearview mirror. “What’s your name?” My voice came out low, gritty. “Sean,” he said, sounding unsure. I nodded once. “You question my orders again, Sean…” I glanced at him in the mirror, deadpan. “And I’ll feed you to my dogs. Understood?” His eyes widened. “Y-yes, sir.”

Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as she stumbled backward just slightly, the force of the venom in his voice had her freezing on the spot. The guests clapped politely, oblivious to the storm raging at the altar. Jaxon didn’t move, his fists clenching at his sides. This wasn’t just a mistake—it was an insult. And Kallista, standing in front of him, looked even more lost than he felt. The choir began to sing again, but all Kallista could hear was roaring in her ears.

The silver mark on my collarbone began to glow so bright that the bone-masked man had to shield his eyes. "You think you know magic?" I hissed. "You’ve been playing with shadows. I am the Weaver of Light." I slammed my hands together. A wave of pure, golden energy exploded from my palms. It hit Leo and the masked man like a physical wall. They were thrown backward across the hall, crashing into the stone pillars. I didn't wait to see if they got up. I dropped to my knees beside Alaric. "Alaric, listen to me." I grabbed his hand. It was cold and grey. "I’m going to give you everything. Every bit of light I have. Don't you dare die on me."

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.

The twin staggers, its hymn faltering, its shadow-blade dimming. Theryn stumbles, their aura flickering, their voice soft. “Zynara’s here… I feel her.” An echo of Zynara materializes, her black-star eyes soft, her human spark glowing. “Theryn… you freed me,” she whispers, her form fading, her hymn soothing the vault’s chaos. Theryn’s light-blade glows, their voice resolute. “For Veyra, for you—rest.” Zynara’s echo dissolves, her spark merging with the Veil, strengthening my hymn. Kael faces an echo of Dren, its void-blade taunting. “You betrayed us, Kael!” Kael’s aura flares, his void-blade striking true, shattering the echo, his voice gruff. “I chose Aelys.” His loyalty burns, a spark in th

See me on the battlefied, bright armor shining, See me in the bedroom, resplendent as a pearl, See me High Seated, prophesying Valraven’s fall, Wotan may be Frenzy, but I am the Blade, see me cut the Norn’s hair and spin it on my fingers. See me ride out with Valkyries and Svinfylking, See me scream and beat my shield, see me ravage all who oppose me, or bed Ottar’s images, I am the chooser of the slain, gods’ gift to men. Worship me, make love for me, call out my names. Mardoll and Freyja, Bercha and Syr, Butter Dame,

Sky above, Earth below, Listen to me Heed my sorrow. Daughter of Him Sorcerer Divine Come to me now This is my time Magic I need Through Time and Space Break these words, Undo this disgrace. Give me thy power Let me ascend Mine is the glory To protect and defend I accept thy Will Forever Amen. The collar around her neck

He clutched his warded crystal talisman. Seraphina, Malthea, and Cassie formed a protective ring behind them, chants weaving a shield of rose and ash. “Ready?” Bain asked. “Ready,” Elias replied. II. Valeria’s Wrath Above the breach, Valeria’s hollow army surged through collateral tunnels. At their lead strode Valeria herself, supported by the Hollow King’s aura—jagged and black as a wound. “They breach my fortress,” she hissed, voice two voices in one. “Then I will drown them in their light.”

The halberd burst into blinding silver flames and emitted a terrifying roar as it stabbed towards the banshee again. At that moment, Vlad joined his palms together. Spiritual flames raged on his body as he roared, "Domain: Banshee of Darkness, Soul Shackles."