Gerard Valkyrie Bleach Novels & Stories

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

Axel shot me a sideways glance, his eyes narrowing slightly before returning his attention to her. "We appreciate your hospitality," Axel began, clearing his throat to continue, but Valkyrie cut him off with a wave of her hand. "I am Valkyrie, remember?" she repeated, her eyes glinting with a knowing light as she flashed her rotten teeth once more. Valkyrie's eyes seemed to cloud over, her gaze drifting inward as she spoke. "She is feeling a sharp pain... because she has refused to regenerate her bond with her mate. And she is pregnant." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my eyes wide with shock as I stared at Valkyrie. But Axel's face remained impassive, his expression a mask of calm.

"You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medical team. You did all this because you wanted... wanted..." "I wanted you to die," I finished her sentence. I still remembered how, in my previous life, Valerie had deliberately crashed into a truck. I thought she loved Eugene so much, but in reality, she only loved the idea of Eugene. When their personal interests were at stake, those feelings simply evaporated. I did not stay to watch Valerie die, but we both knew she would not live much longer. Eugene refused to take care of her, and her parents were too preoccupied with Caleb's problems.

I shrugged. “You can always bend the rules,” came a cool voice behind us. We turned. There stood a smirking, half-dressed warrior with battle scars sliced across his chest like a canvas of war stories. His aura screamed Alpha—and he made no effort to hide it. “I’m Valen Anderson. Crystal Blood. You must be the newcomers,” he said, fist-pumping each of us like we were already teammates. Something about him—his cocky tilt, the mischief in his eyes—told me he was dangerous.

The other was not a Zorya lieutenant. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in an impeccably tailored, dark suit that couldn't quite disguise a military bearing. His hair was silver, his face a network of sharp angles and old scars. Anton didn't recognize him, but the chilling sense of absolute authority radiated even from the pixelated image. “That’s not Zorya,” Sabe said, his voice grim. He zoomed in on the man’s lapel. A small, discreet insignia was visible: a stylized eagle’s head superimposed over a globe. “Valkyrie Group.”

"I am the northern council! You are a plague that needs to be wiped out!" He lunged forward with blinding speed, thrusting the blade straight toward my chest in a frantic, lethal strike meant to end it all. I didn't dodge. I raised my bare hand. When the edge of his blade connected with my palm, there was no sound of tearing flesh. Instead, a blinding burst of violet energy exploded outward, absorbing the kinetic force entirely. A violent tremor shot up Valerian’s arms, shattering his blade into a thousand glittering shards of metal that rained down into the blood-stained snow.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

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.

The clouds part, and beneath me is the valley of my kin. Once, it sang with laughter. Now it screams. I hover in horror as I watch the valley below; silver scales dulled by blood, wings snapped at their joints, tails twisted in death. My brothers. My sisters. My mother with her crest of pale gold. My father, his eyes frozen wide. All still. All dead. I land, or maybe I fall. “Myriad,” I whisper, naming one. Then another. “Valka. Soren. Ereth…”