Kaysan Vikings: Valhalla Novels & Stories

Bodies decorated the southern border of the Damned pack. Alpha Jackson wanted to call for everyone to retreat but there was no way out so, he pressed on. He and his warriors took out some of the warriors on alpha Luciano’s pack, but the numbers were not balancing. Those warriors fought like mad men, like they were not afraid of death, they were like Vikings ready to go to Valhalla to meet Odin the god of war. Like the Vikings it looked like these warriors were looking for a beautiful death. The Eclipse pack’s death to be specific since their side only had a few fallen warriors.

“Ms. Khloe, Uncle… Uncle Kavan, why did you come here?” Kavan laughed coldly. “Didn’t you want to betray the Yggdrasill family and run off with this… legless, disabled man? I’m here to give you what you want.” After that, Kavan turned to face Alex. “Hey, I’m Kavan Yggdrasill from the Yggdrasill family. You’re staying at my family’s house. Now that you’ve seen me, how dare you stay seated and continue eating? Do you have no shame? Hurry up and kneel before me. After that, tell me everything you know!”

All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing. Once the strangers were completely mutilated beyond recognition, they were finally begging for death. Blake smiled more widely than I'd ever seen as he leaned closer to them, appearing almost euphoric in their misery. They confessed that they were from the Silver Moon Pack in Maine. They had formed an alliance as a promise for reinforcement in their own ongoing disputes. Luckily, Silver Moon Pack was a smaller pack and not a true threat to us. However, it wasn’t clear how many other packs may be forming alliances with the Bois Sombre Pack—it was likely they were not the only one.

I asked "Well from what I understand its when you die in battle, the Valkyrie are women who wear beautiful armour riding winged horses will carry her from the battle field and take her to Odin the all father and they will dine in a hall made of gold and drink ale from curved horns and feast of succulent meats and she will be surrounded by all the great warriors of all time" Mary said with excitement in her eyes "And what do you believe?" I asked "I would like to believe my nan's beliefs are true, I truly do but to have her beliefs wouldn't I need to turn my back on the moon goddess?" Mary answered in the dorm of a question

Outside the high arched windows, war horns blared across the valley, their deep, guttural notes signaling the immediate lockdown of the outer gates. Cassian stood at the head of the table, his shadow-wolf cloak cast aside, leaving him in his dark dragon-steel armor. Beside him stood Kira. Her moonlight-silver hair was bound in a tight warrior’s braid, her silver-starred eyes glowing with focused, strategic intensity as she leaned over the map. Surrounding them were the five vanguard captains, Dr. Hallow, and Enforcer Vance. "Alpha Kael’s vanguard has taken the lower ridge," Vance reported, planting a heavy iron marker near the northern canyon pass. "They brought three siege towers and five h

The room erupted in applause and shouts. Kael leaned in, kissed me slow and deep while the live stream kept rolling. “I’m Kael Draven,” he said into the camera, voice low and commanding. “Alisa isn’t property. She’s the reason I stopped killing to survive and started fighting for justice. She’s my wife. My mate. My home.” The comments exploded on every screen. Jeff’s face appeared on every news feed within minutes—livid, pale, furious. Viktor’s old pack pack was already in chaos, some wolves switching sides.

gods, something about that red was wrong and familiar. Wrong like a void inside a body. Like a storm with no sky to hold it. Saeris stared. Kaan put a hand out. “Don’t move.” She whipped to him. “Why?” His voice was low. “Because that’s not just Vaelen anymore.” A chill feathered down her spine. “What does that even mean?” “There are wolves,” he said. “And then there are dire wolves.” She knew that. Everyone knew that. Werewolves shifted. Most to ordinary forms…large, fast, terrifying. But some, those with higher training, bloodline, or a cruel enough past, could turn into something more. Something massive. Something barely clinging to what was once human. She looked at Vaelen agai

Kael gave a single nod, his gaze still fixed on me as he stood by the table, his posture rigid but open. Exhaling, I straightened, my boots shifting on the floor as I began, my voice steady. “There’s a place west of here, neutral land, old territory that hasn’t had a real pack in years.” “I know it,” Kael said, his hands now braced on the table as he leaned forward, his eyes searching mine. “Viktor’s been moving through there, recruiting men, not in numbers, but in bloodlines, hybrids, strays, exiles, building an army with dirty roots,” I said, my fingers tapping the torn card as I held Kael’s gaze.

Valeria smiled. “Ever heard of the Valkyries?” she asked. “Of course, everyone knows about them. They are very powerful; they have helped with a lot of wars, and they are fierce slayers. I heard the Valkyries and Vladimir are in a battle; apparently there was a war Vladimir was supposed to help with, but the Valkyries sisters got involved and won. Now, Vladimir is searching for them, but no one knows who they are or what they are or where they are; they are like ghosts. Seen only when they want to be seen,” Egan said.

The way Dedrick seemed so soft now, his hand rubbing small circles in her back and his eyes full of concern. "A long, long time ago, when heathens and Vikings began to raid, then to migrate to new lands, they would build what was called and Apex. This was a place of great spiritual importance, and there the keepers of tales and legends built homes and halls alongside gifted individuals, most called Volvas, some called Seers, though there were many names." He couldn't get over the way her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke, everyone listening in and even shifting forward some.