Kaysan Vikings: Valhalla Novels & Stories

Try how stupid the pawn acts. “Prepare one hundred Ice variant elite wolves,” Kaelen ordered irrefutably. "We're going to play South. It's been a long time since the Vanguard bloodline has been too haughty. I want to taste the taste of their Young Lady's blood. If she's worthy… perhaps I'll sleep with her before cutting her throat." The real war for power is now ringing loudly. If previously Chloe was just throwing away trash, now she has to face monsters covered in snowstorms who are secretly planning to undermine her protective empire.

They were the ones who were having a casual talk before. Valhalla Melnyk, the notorious Heavenly Beast Summoner and Vice-Commander of Deck Order Guild, is undoubtedly the one on the left. Her hair was colored blonde and cut short. Her makeup-free face is complemented by her distinctive wide and clear eyes. Her immaculate skin and flawless features drew everyone's attention, including mine.

Freya gasped when she caught up, astonished by the sight she saw. “This has to be a joke.” Randall and Daphne whispered at the same time, taken aback, trying to fathom how they were supposed to fight what’s before them. “What? You scared- What the fuck!?” Tristan was about to tease him but gasped himself when a league of giant vikings was before them. Twenty feet tall vikings, walking around, harsher and stronger than the cyclops they faced at the war. Indicating they have to fight them if they want to reach their last relic.

“I want you to interview Ilay von Oberhaus.” I wanted to slap Kevin right there, but couldn’t because he would freaking fire me. First Jin, now Ilay. He was another titan in the tech world. The founder of Valkyrie Industries. Baek Jin’s most famous, most ruthless rival. Their competition wasn’t business; it was a personal, global cold war fought with patents and hostile takeovers. I stared at Kevin, my mouth agape. “You cannot be serious.” “Deadly serious,” he said, his grin widening. “You already interviewed one of them; you may have an idea of which angle to use this time. I don’t want anything regarding their business. I want something personal.”

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.

assistant"> Asgard had long been gripped by cold, and even now a fine rain drifted through the air. The road leading to the sacred Dap Bridge lay hazy and indistinct, yet it was crowded with black knights pursuing from Hand City. They rode dragons, while skeletal phoenixes spread their wings overhead. Streaks of cold green light flashed through the thick mist as the army surged forward like a swiftly moving black cloud, sweeping toward Valhalla. The icy wind filled Loki’s thin white garments. His gaze was sharp, still searching everywhere. Just as the black knights drew near the square, Loki raised his hand and made a throwing motion toward them.

Tengu ran rooftop dojos and taught air the art of being stepped on. Valkyries kept to high places—the bones of old volcanoes and the ends of ridgelines where clouds hooked themselves to the earth. Their halls were no-nonsense spaces full of banners that told you who’d died and why and whether they’d done it well. They had little patience for mirrors, good ale, and a lot of opinions about cowards. They also had, if you stayed long enough to see it, an excellent sense of humor that was mostly practical jokes played on giants, and once—only once—on a dragon who took it well enough to leave the mountain unmolested for a year.

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

I tell the wolf, and I see its eyes rest on me. “I doubt you know about Odin, Thor, and all the other gods. The other countries we went to never did.” I tell them. “But anyway, Odin is the king in Valhalla the home of the gods, Thor is the thunder God, and then there are gods like Baldur, Frigg, Heimdall, Tyr, and Idun. That is just some of them. And, of course, there is Freya, whom I have been named after.” I tell them, and it looks like they are listening.