Road To Valhalla Novels & Stories

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.

Danielle I stared down at my dashboard console and willed the check engine light to stop the infernal red glow. How I got where I was, I had no freaking clue, which meant I had no freaking clue how to find the freeway entrance to get home. “You are an idiot, Dani,” I whispered out loud. As if on a mission from the devil, my nineteen ninety-nine Honda shuddered, then back-fired, slowing to a crawl as I inched forward down a non-descript side street. Why Portland didn’t have better signage was beyond me.

Each of us started with 12 merit points. Once the system finished explaining the game, several classmates volunteered to select their roles and enter the scenario block, including Isolde and the class president, Asher Brooks. Isolde spent one merit point to purchase a fragment of the tyrant King Ragnar's memories. The screen flashed and showed a woman in an Aethelian dress saving a young beggar, the future King Ragnar, from a deadly beating. The viewers filled in the backstory in the scrolling comments section. "She's King Ragnar's savior and his first love. If not for her, he would have died from the beating back then."

I didn’t even know we had a Route K. The city blurs as we drove for what felt like hours I watched everything fade through the glass as we drove past stone streets, pastel buildings, the glittering coast of Valdoria. We stopped at a hidden side of the road and we switched cars before driving again, My pulse is still racing and I could still feel the coppery taste of blood from biting my tongue that won’t leave my mouth. My hands won’t stop trembling but I shove them under my thighs to hide it.

Myllyof called out, “you will see your mother soon enough. She has always hated good-byes.” Yvayn stepped to the door to join the others. They all headed for the gate and the main road to Careath. Yvayn drew in a deep sighing breath and took his first steps on his Anointment Journey. The road between Careath and Ver Nooy was an ancient one that connected the northern Menian lands with the ones in the South. It was lined with low shrubs to help mark it from a distance. The castle was some five leagues off the main road and was connected by a path built and worn down by Myrmidon and Myllyof and many others. Thousands of stairs cut into the solid rock by workers under the close watch and care o

The heavy blast doors of the garage ground open, letting in a swirl of blinding white snow. Ashren punched the accelerator, and we shot out into the dark. … The Ghost Road wasn't on any official map. It was an old smuggler's route that bypassed the main highways, cutting through the jagged, frozen ravines of the deep tundra. For the first six hours, the silence in the rover's cabin was absolute, save for the hum of the engine and the howling wind outside. I sat in the passenger seat, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The rover’s heater was blasting at maximum capacity, making Valen sweat in the backseat. But my breath was still pluming in the air like white smoke.

The Russo girl thought she could play in my world and not pay the price? She was wrong. Valentina stood just behind me, arms folded tightly, eyes unreadable. Her face was pale, but her spine was steel. I could see it now she was no longer just her sister’s substitute. She was becoming something else. Something dangerous. “Are you coming?” I asked without looking at her. She hesitated. “Yes.” “Then don’t get in my way.” On the Road The drive was long. Mountains surrounded us like ancient sentinels, their icy peaks clawing at the clouds.

I waited for my revenge and it wasn't long before I got a chance. Guess what reader ! The first revenge was he invited me to come over and I reminded him of the hotel incident. I told him that I needed him to fulfill 3 conditions if I were to come. One condition was to send me transport money to his destination, two from his destination and three to refund me the hotel money I paid in the recent weeks. He promised to send it to me on arrival but I resisted that the condition was to first receive the money before setting off. He indeed fulfilled his promise. Minutes later I received a mobile money message on my phone and checking my account balance my account had been credited.

It is better that he thinks you were here all night. I didn’t even think about that. Emily admitted as Rica slowed down as the trees began to thin. They walked the remaining twenty feet till they reached the road that led to the main entrance to the valley. Once they rounded the bend they were greeted with the sight of the side of a mountain. Emily reached back out to Gabriel. Umm…we might have gone the wrong way. The road we are on runs into the side of a mountain. You are on the right road. Just keep going forward. It is spelled to disguise the entrance. You will be able to pass through just like in the caves.

INARA’S POV The road into Vargovia was not a path meant for human comfort. By the third day of travel, the smooth dirt highways of the southern territories had dissolved into narrow, jagged trails carved directly into the sheer face of the Iron Ridge. Inside the carriage, the air grew so bitter that my breath hovered in continuous, icy clouds before me. Snow drifted through the cracks in the wooden window frames, settling like pale dust across my wool skirts. Every lurch of the iron wheels against the icy stone rattled through my bones, but I refused to wrap myself in self-pity. I sat upright, my silver hairpins tucked tightly into my sleeve, staring out the glass as the green pine forests g