Kaysan Vikings: Valhalla Novels & Stories

And between them walked Prince Valen, laughing happily as he skipped across the sunlit snow. The moment they stepped onto the open tundra, Marcus dropped to one knee, raising his war-hammer high into the air. "HAIL CAELUM! HAIL LYRA! HAIL PRINCE VALEN!" Marcus's voice was choked with emotion. “THE FROST IS DEFEATED! ALL HAIL THE ECLIPSE REALM!” The entire Vanguard of two thousand elite warriors dropped to their knees in unison, their deafening cheers echoing across the newly liberated northern peaks, carrying the message of their victory to every corner of the continent!

"Partly. But mostly, it’s about you." My stomach tightened. "Shit. I knew it, I just didn't want to accept it." She smiled, then took a slow sip of her tea before setting the cup down carefully. "Tell me, Kayla… have you ever heard of the Valkyries?" I blinked at the sudden shift. "...The warrior women from legends?" Lady Elizabeth leaned forward slightly. "They were not just legends. Once, they were rulers. Protectors. Gods in their own right. They wielded power that few could match, leading armies, shaping kingdoms, and striking fear into those who dared to oppose them."

She looked at Thea before continuing. “Other stories tell of similar but benevolent beings,” Amethyst said. “The Valkyries. They were also associated with battlefields. They served the gods, taking the dead to Valhalla.” Thea looked at Xavier. He shrugged his shoulders. Thea turned back to Amethyst. “Are you saying bad vampires are Keres, and good vampires are Valkyries, but the Valkyries went extinct?” Thea said. “It’s a theory. Valkyries haven’t been heard of in a thousand years. The only people who might be old enough to know for sure are vampires. The oldest vampires,” Amethyst said.

The information from Valerius changed the game board entirely. Kael wasn't just a rival Alpha; he was a zealot chasing a myth, and he was willing to tear Jack’s entire world down to get to it. The time for reconnaissance and planning was over. It was time to strike, and to strike hard.

The world had just fractured in public. An elder’s voice shook. “You would fracture the packs over a woman?” Kael’s eyes hardened. “No,” he said. “Over the lie that women like her must be destroyed to preserve your power.” Silence fell again, deeper this time. Outside, horns sounded. Not in warning. In answer. Mooncrest’s warriors assembled across the terraces and plains, armor catching the light, banners unfurling in the cold wind. Wolves shifted openly now, claws scraping stone, eyes lifted toward the keep as if waiting for permission that had already been given.

His breath steamed in the cold as he knelt on one knee, head bowed. “Lyra Hawthorne,” he said, voice deep and steady. “Daughter of Evelyn. The mark called to us. We have come to answer.” Lyra stared at him, throat tight. “Who are you?” “Kael Frost,” he replied. “Alpha of the Northern Vanguard. Once sworn to your mother’s Circle.” Vale’s head turned sharply. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Kael’s lips curved faintly. “I was. Until she woke the Gate.”

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.