Gerard Valkyrie Bleach Novels & Stories

I gritted. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, love." Love. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Stop calling me that. Actually—don't—but still stop. What's happening, again? I kept my eyes narrowed at him, ignoring how fast my heart was beating. "You're evil. Cruel bastard." He laughed. "Am I? You did it first, Bloom." I rolled my eyes playfully, grabbing a napkin off the counter and wiping my now sticky and cold face.

The burning fires of the crashed dreadnought seemed to freeze in place. Above the central courtyard, the dark storm clouds parted, forming a giant, swirling vortex of sickly violet light. Out of the vortex, a massive, fifty-foot tall holographic projection manifested in the air—a projection of a tall, thin man in ornate golden robes lined with dark-silver runes. His hair was snow-white, his face was cold and angular, and his eyes burned with ancient, terrifying void magic. Primarch Valerius.

For the first time in her life, her evil heart was hurt, and it was not a good feeling. ************************* Hours passed by, and all of Vladimir’s organisation was almost blown to the ground. The people he kept in the prison, the drugs, everything were destroyed. Valeria was still nowhere to be found; Grace was crying, cradling her son’s head. Vladimir’s eyes twitched in anger as he watched from the remaining CCTV as hooded figures killed all the men at the front. He recognised them immediately. “The valkyries sisters,” he said, then he saw Egan next. He chuckled.

“Yup. So did Karma.” “I mean,” he chuckled. “If anyone was going to get into some shady shit, it was Karma. If we’d had to place bets, I’d have said Karma ended up being an assassin.” “Not too far from the truth, she is my Sergeant at Arms as well as my second,” I laughed. “So how did the Valkyrie happen? How…just how are you where and who you are?” I smirked.

Valerie winced when she did as it caused her pain, she allowed the blood to drop to the ground and watched herself as she healed faster then she’d ever healed before. Her power was enhancing, they were growing and she was getting stronger with each passing day. Not thinking about her next step, Valerie took the knife from Alice and used it to slit the man’s throat and watched as his lifeless body dropped and bleed on the ground. She watched as a powdery like substance leave his body and Agatha had explained to her that it was the spell leaving his body, he was already dead before Kai thought they could use him and since Valerie had killed him again, she’d rendered the spell useless thereby c

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.

“Please approach the chalice, Rowyn Vale. Use the blade to make a small incision on your palm. Let three drops of blood fall.” I nodded, swallowing hard. My fingers trembled as I gripped the ceremonial blade, and sliced a shallow cut into my palm. One drop. Two. The third drop hit the liquid, and the entire damn room hissed. The chalice exploded in purple light, deep and swirling like someone poured a galaxy into it. Smoke curled into the air, and I blinked fast when glowing letters started forming above it, horrifyingly clear. Vaelryn. Godkiller Heir. 13 Magics.

Ginny who was holding her mystical sword was about to take the sword out of its scabbard, but Damien held her back and chose to talk to Saveroth first. "What is it?" Saveroth, who usually smiled sarcastically, now had a very serious expression on his face. And one word that came out of his mouth, made Ginny's eyes widen perfectly. "Valkyrie." Damien closed his eyes, "I see." The hundreds of thousands of troops that were within Damien's shadow were already screaming very loudly. Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ghouls roared as loudly as they could. The two giant knight golems thumped their own chests with the hilts of the giant swords they were holding. Sixteen top-level vam

It took me all night to purge the silver from his body. He was as weak as a human then, clinging to my hand. "Thank you," he'd rasped. "I'm Dorian Valkyrie." My heart stopped. I knew that name. The Prince of the Valkyrie coven. I should have run. But there was no darkness in his eyes, only a startling purity. I couldn't leave him. For the next three months, his pursuit was relentless. He bought out every rare herb from every merchant in Veridia City, just for a chance to talk to me.

’ Czer snarled within me, his voice edged with warning. But the way out was gone. The Rift pulsed, alive and aware. And then — I saw them… Figures in the distance, caught between time. Lycans, witches, warriors… and among them, myself... Standing amidst the ruins of Valkyrie, sword drawn, blood dripping down my hands. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real.” Valentina reached for me, her hand brushing mine. “Andres?” But her touch sent a violent shiver within me and something crushed before my eyes— two moons bleeding together, and between them, her silhouette standing alone, light pouring from her chest.