Kaysan Vikings: Valhalla Novels & Stories

Those seemingly ordinary jeans had quite a story—they were only available overseas. The streamer walked over and greeted Serena directly. Seeing her arrive, she quickly waved, "Hey, I'm Serena Vale." The streamer smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Layla Foster, but you can just call me Layla." Serena and Layla quickly hit it off. Layla, curious, asked, "Did you get those jeans abroad? I've never seen anything like them around here."

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."

she asked. Valkyrie's face was filled with fear, for the first time since Zara met her she looked so afraid and that wasn't a good thing because if Vikyrie was afraid then everyone should be scared. "Valkyrie?" Zara called out. "It's not a hunting horn." She responded taking a feeth back. Kael was already reaching for his weapon, his wolf was ready to fight. The horn sounded again, it was much more closer this time and clearer.

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.

Then, a deadly stampede began. A rush of terror hit Kayla as she looked around, terrified by the stampede but clueless about what was happening. Kayla swung her head to the right and her eyes met them. The people who Irene had seen in her vision. There were thirty combatants, all dressed in black combat uniforms, and black gas masks. Their vermilion-red eyes were visible in the black gas masks they wore. They held guns and black, steely shields with VM as a symbol. Kayla knew who they were. They were V Empire warriors.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

he growled, his gray eyes sharp. “I have to fight,” she rasped, teeth bared. “You will,” he promised, “but not today.” Below, Loki’s mind-link echoed across the warriors. Positions! Arrows ready. Traps primed. No mistakes. Kael’s red wolf prowled at the gates, reinforcements behind him, his golden eyes meeting Raven’s briefly, dipping his head in silent respect. "What the hell is he doing here?" Raven growled. "He's here to help" ragnar replied

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

For some reason, the Vistolian shuddered, tried to tighten his lips, but his fangs protruding with needles prevented him. “The Valley of the Winds, Vik, there is now the army of Ereald, and with him Elena, Lyubava and Disa,” Yarsi forced out words with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, the taste of blood intensified. - Help them. The Vistolet stepped back slightly, shrugged his shoulders, wings folded behind his back appeared with sharp protrusions on both sides of his head. - How are you? - he asked. - You look like a dead man. “It’s fine,” Yarsi smiled involuntarily and felt something warm flow down his chin. - It doesn't matter.

“And I am very, very angry. I won’t let him do to that Nero child what he did to me. I’m ready to end that man and everything he stands for.” “We’re asking you all to stand with us,” I say, holding my head high. “We’re asking you to unite. To fight. I know you’re out there, those who are willing to form an army even Cyrillius can’t withstand. I’m asking you to help us end Dominion.” “If you’re ready to stand with us, we’re inviting you to that planet Cyrillius gave me, himself,” Valen says, and as he speaks, a smile begins forming on his lips. “I’m declaring Kaelea the stronghold of this revolution. Meet us there.”