Loba X Valkyrie Novels & Stories

I growled. I didn’t need to look to know that I was glowing faintly, and my eyes had gone white. I could feel Selene closer to the surface, lending me her strength for the battle. “You will not ruin everything again.” Gavrael snarled and lunged for me. I tried to use my powers on him as I did to his beasts but he was more immune to my light. He grabbed my arm and spun me around so my back was pressed against his chest and his hand was wrapped around my throat.

As Alpha Zachariah makes his way through PowerMoon territory, he gets updates from each of the teams, letting him know that the breeding camp he is heading for is Valentino’s main camp. Zachariah entered the next warrior's camp. This one was slightly different to all the others, with more of Valentino’s higher-ranked warriors inside. Zachariah faced 4 warrior Lycans, taking out each one after a reasonable fight. Once he was fighting the last warrior Lycan facing him, Zachariah has a slight misstep collapsing to his knees as he feels a sharp pain shoot through his chest, but still managed to just dodge the Lycan’s advance that was attacking him.

Ice bezels formed in Yola’s dark hair, curls of rose oil whipping in the wind. “Do I have to go? I doubt the fish here will taste good – probably of toe cheese,” Rosy mourned. Yola shushed the red dot of her twelve year old mouth. “Rosy, when you are afraid in the berth, simply hold Nidhogg’s fang, and bravery will pour forth – the might of a Valkyrie.” She rocked her, then set her down, helping her first onto the boat as Fylja walked on behind them.

Savanah punches the wall. The vampire saw how the bricks deformed. “You are not an ordinary human, you are not a wolf, who are you?” Savanah just smirks at him while walking towards him. “You know who I am?” Her aura reflects how angry is her. Black smoke surrounded her. “Are you the Legendary Luna that the oracle said?” It’s Savanah’s time to laugh. “Correct! You finally realize!” Looking at the woman right now is not like the sweet and solemn Savanah. She is full of hatred and wanted a bloodbath.

However, at that moment, something else caught my attention about Valquíria and made me connect some dots in my mind. The transformation she had undergone was remarkable and had made her almost unrecognizable to those who knew her before. Valquíria had become a completely different version of herself. Her previously platinum blonde hair, cut shoulder-length and always straight, was now black, long, and permanently curled. Even her eyes, naturally dark, were now different, as she wore light brown contact lenses, making her strangely similar to... Karen!

"She awakened your vanity… and your hunger." With a gesture, Valkyria summoned three women. All adults, dressed in white, eyes lowered, aware of the role they would play that night. The air shifted. Ancient power awakened. "Three," Valkyria explained softly. "One for strength, one for youth… and one to seal the rebirth." Vlad hesitated only a second. Pride, desire, nostalgia for himself, all mixed together. Then he did it, and on the third, the world seemed to explode inside him.

The other was not a Zorya lieutenant. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man in an impeccably tailored, dark suit that couldn't quite disguise a military bearing. His hair was silver, his face a network of sharp angles and old scars. Anton didn't recognize him, but the chilling sense of absolute authority radiated even from the pixelated image. “That’s not Zorya,” Sabe said, his voice grim. He zoomed in on the man’s lapel. A small, discreet insignia was visible: a stylized eagle’s head superimposed over a globe. “Valkyrie Group.”

Sheera screamed, the pain tearing through her. When she turned around, she wrenched the blade from the Luna. She'd lost it. She turned on the Luna, stabbing her right in the chest. Valkyrie tried to fight it, but her strength could not be matched with Sheera's. Sheera wasn't thinking. She continued stabbing her, over and over, each strike an outlet for the consuming rage and fear within her. Valkyrie's eyes widened, a sickening disbelief in her gaze. "How dare..." She chocked on her words, blood bubbling from her lips.

The ozone and burning metal of the destroyed Ark-Devourer had settled. Standing in the center of the cracked courtyard, beneath the shimmering, reinforced barrier of the Bio-Dome, were the three hundred Star-Forged Lycans. Their armor was scorched, dented, and streaked with the black oil of Sentinel droids, but not a single warrior was missing. Valerius stood at the front, his red velvet coat ruined, leaning casually against his sonic flute. As Caleb and Scarlett stepped onto the grand balcony, the vampire lord’s crimson eyes narrowed. He could sense the shift in their energy.

Maxine told him. Angela reached for a bowl with half of it said Shattered. “I picked this up when we were cleaning his cell.” Maxine took the bowl and shut her eyes as she he in her hands. “What’s she doing?” Peterson said. “Unlike archangels, Valkyries can trace a living or dead being's spirit so long as we have an object that they’ve come across the lieutenant said. “Perfect for fine soldiers who’ve died in battle. Or cleaning up for glorified prison guards Tina said.