Kaysan Vikings: Valhalla Novels & Stories

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...

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

Kade told him. Valis grinned and bowed his head appreciatively. This was his coven’s mission in life. It was their way to right the wrongs committed by their species. It was certainly admirable, and we all appreciated what they did. My phone pinged, so I took a peek. ‘Brynn saw a vision where Khalid was on the opposing side of the battlefield. Will you ask our vampy friends if they’d be willing to do some compulsion for us?’ – Dante

Whoever it was, he was speaking their language. "Døkkálfar! Hata að Døkkálfar," one of the other Vikings shouted back. I was about to point my weapon in the direction of the closer voice when the intruder beside us finally stepped into my line of sight. I was just as floored as I was relieved to see Dimitri standing next to Lissa and me. He stepped into the water between us and the Vikings with his hands raised in the air. "Nei, né Døkkálfar," his deep voice had a calming note as he spoke to them. "Hægr þjóð. Skap-góðr"

Von nodded not looking at her. "Well, even though he's an energetic, lively, outgoing, humourous, and a positive person when it comes to fighting, he always gives his 100%. In short, he is a monster in battle, not showing any mercy, and that's Logan Xoleander Thayer, a.k.a. Kai," Von elaborated and glances back at Astrid after finishing his statement. Astrid's eyes widened due to amazement at Von's statement. "Woah..." That's the only word she said.

"Kael? Was he ever... a king?" ​"Kael Davis is in Room 401," Dr. Parsley said, sighing as he closed a digital folder on his tablet. "He’s been in a catatonic state since the bankruptcy trial. You created the 'God of War' persona because you couldn't accept that the man who built an empire could be broken by a simple court order."

“All the evidence points to him—the money transfer to Jessica, the phone calls to Europe, the connection to the lab that did the first test.” Kaelos stood up with a sudden movement that startled Archer and me. He walked to the window, staring out with his hands clenched at his sides. I could feel his aura change—the rage of an Alpha ready to attack. “He dares,” Kaelos growled. “Viktor dares to come into my territory, manipulate my group, try to destroy my marriage—” “Kaelos—” I tried to calm him down. “I'm going to kill him,” Kaelos continued, his voice turning into a deep growl. “I'm going to Europe right now and—”