Kaysan Vikings: Valhalla Novels & Stories

She was no longer just a girl who had been saved; she was a queen who was fighting back, her power a growing, undeniable force. Valen was a stoic, silent presence, his face a mask of grim determination. He was a Varek soldier in a land of strangers, his loyalty a beacon of unwavering light in the suffocating darkness of the mountains. He was not just fighting for his king; he was fighting for the girl he had failed to protect, a debt of honor that he would repay with his life.

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.

In spite of this, Swenson did not say anything. Kayson was a hot-blooded young man. He could be a little audacious, but he was here anyway, and Valdis could forget about hurting Kayson. Valdis’ gaze on Kayson was murderous, but his killing intent did not intimidate him at all. Swenson spoke up indifferently. “Valdis, you can attack Kayson now, but if anything happens to him, I’ll report it to Eternalporium’s patrol team leader.

"What's your name?" The brunette hesitated, the fire dimming as uncertainty crept in. "Katie." "Nice to meet you Katie, my name is Bobby." The vampire nodded towards her colleague. "This is Alex. You probably recognise him from when our team infiltrated the pack under the guise of working with your old alpha." "Yeah, I remember. Had a face like you were permanently sucking a lemon." The she-wolf snipped. "Still do." "Maybe it was the company that was leaving a sour taste." Alex shot back calmly, his not-so-subtle insult hitting its mark perfectly.

"Berserker? What is it?" "The warrior in Old Norse mythology has very wild characteristics. In the sense that he can kill very cruelly without the slightest mercy." This time Kay explained. Kim's lips opened listening to Kay's explanation. Then she shuddered between horror and enthusiasm. "Looks like he's an attractive target. I'm sure this time Kay will give a ten on a handsome, sexy and dangerous man." Kay shook her head and said, "No. Refuse the mission, Kyra." "Refusing this mission? But it's a big mission, Kay." Kyra didn't like her sister's refusal.

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.

Kyra found herself standing outside her father-in-law's office building in the Moon's Claws pack. This is the pack of the Alpha king Kaiser Varkas. Dane's uncle and adopted father, and the most powerful wolf ever born. Kaiser is not just a wolf, he is a Lycan. The only pure-blooded Lycan alive. The last one of the Lycan bloodline. Lycans are cursed by a witch to never find their mates. So they were forced to take chosen mates, thus diluting their bloodline.

His dark hair hung loosely around his face, and a jagged scar ran from his temple to his jaw. One after another, the wolves behind him shifted into their human forms as well. The fighting slowed. Everyone knew who he was. Varg. Leader of the Vile Fang Clan. His cold eyes swept across the valley before his lips curled into a smile. "Kaelen!" His voice thundered through the settlement. "I know you're here." Silence before a cabin door opened and Kaelen stepped outside. His wound from the silver arrow was still bandaged beneath his shirt, but his posture remained as imposing as ever.

The valley erupted into pure chaos. Killian transformed in a brilliant flash of silver light. His enormous, midnight-black wolf form burst into the enemy ranks like a devastating storm. Every heavy swipe of his claws scattered shadow soldiers like ash, and every resonant howl inspired his allies to fight harder. Freya fought directly beside him in her magnificent white wolf form, her jaws snapping cleanly through the dark armor, while Kael laughed wildly as his heavy axe cut down wave after wave of enemy warriors. "This is for Blackthorn!"

Among them, two figures stood above the rest—not only because of their physiques, but because of the dangerous aura surrounding them. Sokaris, the Norse god, stood as still as a granite statue. His bare torso was covered in scars that told stories of forgotten battles, and his icy blue eyes constantly sought mine, making my cheeks flush. If looks could get someone pregnant, we'd already be expecting twenty pups... damn... it's getting hot in here... Kallie whispered inside my mind as she peeked through my eyes. Several yards away, Vladimir, the Vampire King, wore a predatory smile. Despite the ban on magic, his natural speed and reflexes made him a terrifying opponent.