Road To Valhalla Novels & Stories

“They’re really easy to use. I’ll show you how.” “Okay, great, then give them to your vampires to use.” Zael goes quiet, a small frown on his face. “Alhora says the convoy just left. They’re taking a back road into the mountains.” “Well, of course they are. They don’t want to get spotted. How many cars?” “Four SUVs and about thirty trucks.” I pull out a map of the area. “Which road?” Alhora lands next to us. Where the hell did she come from so suddenly. “This one,” she says, and places her finger on the map, pointing out a narrow strip of road. “It’s a dangerous fucking road, especially for humans.”

They grabbed my bags and loaded them in the Tahoe. I took the cigarettes out of my purse and threw them in the trash. Then I walked around the motel room to make sure we didn't leave anything behind. While Brodie and Deck had a deep discussion by the car. When Deck folded himself into my car I came out and waved bye then climbed in the Tahoe. I had no idea where we were going because Brodie had not mentioned anything besides saying check out was eleven-thirty and we needed to be out by then.

And design required inspiration and source material. Lucian had bought the ruby she had set her sights on and given it to Nevaeh. She hadn't found a suitable replacement yet. That design was only half-finished. But for the landscape theme, this journey would be perfect for gathering inspiration and materials. The timing couldn't be better. Marisol gripped her camera tightly, staring at the endless road ahead. Sunlight fell across her delicate face and into her eyes, making them sparkle with golden light. Beside her, Zachary honked the horn with enthusiasm as the SUV roared to life. The black vehicle carried them forward, riding the wind as they surged onto this road known as the "Nirvana Roa

Both of the cars drove so fast heading to Surabaya with average speed of 80 km/hour which was faster than before. Moreover, the road condition was still quiet with not many people passing by. After 90 minutes passed by, both of the cars entered the Surabaya-Gempol toll road. It still took another 30 minutes to arrive at their destination. Suddenly without any notice, the ambulance carrying Rivan pulled over to the left road's shoulder. Dirman was so shocked and immediately stopped his car right behind the ambulance.

Else it would be another area with red marks in my GPS. Sasha Vale is good at making this road exist in the secret society. I mean, who would've thought that an ex-convict like her will make this traffic-free route that even the government of this country wouldn't know? Well, maybe because everyone fears the slumps. Who in the world would drive to the recessions anyway? Perhaps criminals and public volunteers. Then there's only a 1% chance that this road will be discovered. "Are we there yet?" I remove my eyes from the road and look at Marco, who just woke up from his slumber.

But the reality was not what he thought. The next town that Ruslan was referring to was more than a hundred kilometers away and had to be reached for several hours even by car. But what made Valentino even more inflamed was that the roads they took were quite difficult because not all roads were highways. Many of the roads he passed were still unpaved and there were still many stones and roads with potholes. Aryan, who took part in Valentino's trip, had even vomited twice because he couldn't stand the bumpy road. The man was now asleep in the front seat because he was very weak after the contents in his stomach were drained completely.

She had been all serious before leaving her home but then the moment they left it was as if something changed. “Will you please let me know what has gotten into you?” He asked her though his voice drowned due to wind rustling past them. Valencia was driving the bike through the dirt paved road that was riddled with roots, rocks, and uneven land. There was seldom a thing that surprised him and this odd riding fetish of Valencia was truly shocking. The mountain range known as the Burham mountains was visible from far away as it was a magnificent and big range of mountains. The peaks of the mountains were dusted with snow while varying shades of green were visible amidst the white.

And the worst case of blue balls I’ve had in my entire existence. To say I’m a bit on edge is the biggest understatement of the millennium. The worst part? Valhalla ran on a faster timeline than Earth. But the Underworld? Runs on Earth’s schedule. So yeah—two months to get Nyx back to where she was when we left. What would’ve taken two weeks in Valhalla took two fucking months down here.

It wasn't Elya who couldn't live without them. It was them who couldn't survive without her. *** Ivan pulled every string he could, asking around until someone finally dropped the name—Stepnoye. Some tiny, forgotten village. His hands shook as he dialed. A guy with a thick accent picked up. "Hello? Who's this?" "I need to speak to Elya Lovren," Ivan said, tight with urgency. "Ms. Lovren? Hold on. Call back in ten." Ivan's chest thudded. It felt like hope.

But courage or not, consequences would be exacted. The ride was a blur of roaring engines, screeching tires, and the harsh neon of a city slowly coming to life. Liam drove like a man possessed, his eyes never leaving the road as I relayed the scant information from our rival clan informant. Coordinates led us to a compound on the outskirts—a makeshift stronghold that reeked of desperation and unbridled malice.