Gerard Valkyrie Bleach Novels & Stories

I grabbed the first one by the throat and squeezed his neck tightly. He kicked and struggled to free himself but my hand was firmly wrapped around his neck. I drove my hand through his chest and pulled out his heart. The crowd gasped, the gory scene shaking them to the core. I dropped his body, hoping he was dead but he rose up yet again. “You focus your attacks on their physical form. Try connecting with their spiritual form and destroying it completely.” Valkyrie stated. “If it was that easy, I would have done it!” I exclaimed.

Valerian is black, Valsurs, charcoal, Valerius, grey, and Vasara snow white. It’s as though the Moon Goddess sketched us out and decided to take us from dark to light. ‘I know you’re annoyed, Valsurus,’ Goddess, this is weird! ‘But Dad has always been that way; you get used to it.’ ‘I don’t want to get used to it. That man is a prick!’ I chuckle. ‘He sure is, and I know just how to piss him off.’ ‘You thinking what I’m thinking?’ ‘If you’re thinking that it’s time to cause havoc,’

“After all, I’m Phantom XIII Hekate.” A smirk appeared on Ryuou’s face. “Spoken like a true Phantom of Hati,” he said mockingly. “I see that that man has trained you well. But if the Chosen One can’t see the true ideals of Raven’s Gate, and walk on the path that she should walk, then Kami shall strike her down.” Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt.

Xavier held her back rubbing his hands and slipping to her waist. Anger surged within me, “You'll never get away with this." They laughed. "Oh, but we already are." I felt immense power surging within me, one which I had never felt almost like I was about to explode. Nyx growled my claws springing out. Their gaze dropped. “Xavier, what is happening?” Veronica asked in fear. “Go!” He yells out to Veronica. Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense.

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.

he said while snorting and pointed his sword at Val. “No. You are Vanjoss! Can’t you remember me? It’s me, Valkyrie!” Val shouted and felt strange when she uttered her name. The name she buried along with the memories of Vanjoss. When he died protecting her, she lost herself. It’s like part of her was dead. With the help of her sisters, she slowly returns to her old self, but she has to forget all the memories with Vanjoss for her to keep on living like she promised to him. And that included her name. She didn’t let anyone call her Valkyrie, not even her sister and mother, except Vanjoss. Because she will just remember those horrible memories.

"She awakened your vanity… and your hunger." With a gesture, Valkyria summoned three women. All adults, dressed in white, eyes lowered, aware of the role they would play that night. The air shifted. Ancient power awakened. "Three," Valkyria explained softly. "One for strength, one for youth… and one to seal the rebirth." Vlad hesitated only a second. Pride, desire, nostalgia for himself, all mixed together. Then he did it, and on the third, the world seemed to explode inside him.