Nora Valkyrie Rwby Novels & Stories

Nora sat up in bed, her face pale, her hands still trembling from the residual fear of the dream. "Tell me everything, Nora," Emrys demanded. "Every detail. Do not leave out a single thing." Nora took a slow, shaky breath. "It wasn't a wolf. It was... it was a shadow. It had teeth like razors and eyes that burned like hot coals. It hunted me through a forest that looked like this pack's eastern ridge. It wasn't just killing me; it was tearing everything apart. It wanted me to see the pack burning." Emrys’s face lost all color. She turned toward the dark corner of the room where Sybil, the Pack Seer, sat in a rocking chair.

RAINA’S POV Yanking my injured right hand, Valen twirled me around so that my back slammed against his hard chest. His large hand came straight for my face to rip the goggles off. The room, like my fate, suddenly got darker. “You’re not so bad without your sword now, right?” Valen said mockingly. “But you certainly aren't vanilla and innocent either.” Once he crushed the goggles, he flung it into the wall. His robust right arm circled my waist while his left hand settled above my breast, slowly traveling up to my throat. Electric sparks exploded everywhere our skin touched.

"Well, I'm thinking the important things would be covered in that case. And, anyway, I've already seen him naked." "What! You have?" I was furious at the thought, and my fingers began contorting themselves to turn to claws, similar to the night I went to the club. "I am a warrior, you know. We're constantly shifting back and forth between our two forms." I calmed down after she gave her explanation, relieved that nothing more nefarious had gone on. "Especially Tyce since he can't mindlink with us. And it's literally all the other female warriors can talk about. You should hear them. I think they're worse than the guys!"

Oh, wait, I know who—this red-haired bitch over here would. I could taste iron at every corner of my mouth, my back aching from the slightest movement but I swallowed hard on the pain. “You…” she said, pointing at me while trying to catch her breath. " You're Mia, right? The daughter of Ray Valisteen, AKA the Valisteen Princess?” “Who's asking?" I said, trying to keep my voice struggling to sound calm and mocking but cracked a little while biting back the pain.

Zane’s POV Before anyone noticed it, I did. Out of the corner of my eyes as I watched Naya take a bow to the entire crowd on her victory, I saw Valkyra. She was rising from where she lay. Slowly and shaking with rage and a dark desire.. And with what looked like the very last of her strength. Her eyes were wild. Unhinged. “Neverrr…” she screeched, her voice cracking. “I’ll kill you!!!”

˙❥ My scalp throbbed with heat, the pain shooting through my neck to my spine. “Please, I pro—I promise!” My palm gripped her wrist. But not too tight to rip it off my hair, and just enough to rile her more. “How about I reduce your curse and just rip these hairs out?!” Noura said, her face twisted in anger. Her nose brushed my neck and I could feel the hot breath escaping from her nose. “Don't let me say more than this, Valkyrie.” My name drooled out of her lips like a threat—cold, thick, and heavy. She pushed me so hard I felt the walls shake at the impact.

Emily stood frozen for a long moment, her pulse thundering in her ears. Then she whispered into the silence, “We’ll see who ends her first.” Nora’s POV The wind howled like a mourning widow as Nora stood at the edge of the Forgotten Vale—a place where light dared not touch and time refused to linger. The trees here had no leaves, only black, gnarled limbs like skeletal arms reaching for the sky. Ash rained from the skies, falling in soft curtains, clinging to her cloak. She had spent years hiding. Waiting. Watching. Now it was time to begin.

She stood back, her white silk dress shimmering like a shroud. "What... what did you give me?" Nora whispered, her knees buckling. "Just a little something to show everyone your true colors," Valencia sneered, her eyes dancing with cold triumph. "The 'pure' mate of the Alpha, stumbling around like a common street mutt. It’s poetic, really." Nora tried to shove past her, but her limbs were useless. She tripped over the hem of her gown, her body tilting toward the hard marble floor. Two strong arms caught her, but the scent wasn't pine. It was bourbon and expensive leather.