Kaysan Vikings: Valhalla Novels & Stories

We’ve planned for this since Ahmya told us of his plans, and now we have to act on it - Kaen dies today, and that’s the end of it. After our defenses were breached without me even being aware of anything, I decided that it would be best to have witches back in theUsuallyormally the pack leaders back in Norway would get the best witches to match the pack, but since my father had all the witches killed last time and Erik Helseth is conspiring against us, I couldn’t risk it. I’ve had to ask Kai for help, so two days ago, he sent his own witch to fortify my barriers. It’s been working better than I hoped; I can sense whenever a non-Vega pack member enters my territory.

I asked with a smile. “You are evil.” Thana pouted. “No, I am prepared, and that is what keeps us alive on the battlefield.” “Valkyries were created to help Odin with his army. What good would it do if we were killed in the process?” I scolded them. After Odin sacrificed his eye to see the future, he saw the final battle, Ragnarök, and decided he needed help to build his army. There had been a huge war between the Germanic tribes and many shield maidens had died in battle. He decided female warriors with their beautiful faces were the best ones to guide his new warriors to Valhalla because they would be better able to convince the fallen soldiers to come with them.

this," a voice said from the balcony door. Kai stepped inside. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans, looking like a college student rather than a lethal mercenary. "He suspects," I whispered. "He can feel it through the bond." "Of course he can," Kai said, grabbing a piece of toast from Leo’s plate. "You're vibrating like a tuning fork. You need to get this resolved before he decides to drag the truth out of you with Alpha Command." "I need intel," I said, standing up. "I need to know who the Valravn are. Wulfric said they are 'assassins of the Shadowlands,' but that's poetry, not data." "I made some calls," Kai said, his expression turning serious. "To some old contacts in the merc undergroun

(Julian’s P.O.V) Her wolf looked ethereal when it was glowing with the blue light surrounding her, her howling like a song calling on the Moon Goddess. That’s when I heard the water rushing and the howls and snarls of our warriors. We had crashed her shifting party, knowing this would be the perfect opportunity to grab her. What we hadn’t counted on was her being mated to the future Alpha King of Màni. That was not in the report from our spies, they hadn’t done their jobs right even with the help of Beatrix

Which happened to be jeans and Ghost’s t-shirt. “How is it fair, my Duchess, that you look this good when you’ve just rolled out of bed?” I could see the tent in his pants even through the duvet still around his waist. “Could say the same thing to you,” I smirked. “Right! Get up, shit to do. Runs to plan. If the Henchmen are going to back me up, I’ll need you and Rogue in Ragnarök in a couple hours.” “Oooh, I’m honoured that I get to be in a Valkyrie meet,” he winked.

I corrected myself. “Angry ghosts?” he asked. “People I killed,” I explained. “So Ylva can exorcise ghosts?” “No. But Valkyries delve half in the realm of the living and half in the realm of the dead.” “Kinda like reapers for warriors?” he thought aloud. “In a way,” I conceded. He froze for a second thinking frantically. I turned to him inquisitively. “Ylva can sense death right?” he asked me finally.

The air becomes charged with static and power when I clap my hands together. I scream out as a wall bursts and in walks Selene with my army. I direct the power towards Dragus and his restraints shatter when he lands on the ground in a superhero pose; I roll my eyes. Xena is chanting something and Kodiak lays motionless on the ground. When another wall explodes and the dead rise to answer her call. Hundreds of the dead walk in armed with swords and shields, and I realise these are the Vikings that she led to their slaughter and the people who were killed by Thorn.

Bad publicity could be good publicity but my career would be plunged to the depths of this got out. "I can't Katherine. I cannot lose Nik." I fired back. "I cannot end up a one-hit star. You of all people should know that Katherine. Your career blossomed when you were dating that billionaire vlogger. When he dumped you, you were left fending for scraps with amateurs in the industry. I'm sorry I sound so insensitive right now but I don't want that kind of future for myself."

Kael shifted back to human form, breathing hard, accepting the cloak one of her warriors tossed him. "My father, King James Draven is marching on my pack in three days. He means to slaughter us all over an ancient curse. I need three hundred of your best fighters. We can’t hold him off alone." Valkyrie’s sharp eyes narrowed. She circled him slowly, arms crossed. "Three hundred is no small ask. My wolves are not fodder for your family drama, Kael." "It’s more than that,” he pressed, meeting her gaze without flinching.

Katalea was busy swiping and tapping at her phone. Katalea was again surprised at what she found. There were numerous tourist destinations by that name. One could find t-shirts and other trinkets, and Katalea vowed to get Luca his own two-horned helmet at her first chance. The place that struck her as a viable option was a museum, supposedly on the ancient burial grounds of thousands of slain warriors, many of who had reportedly gone on to Valhalla.