Shuumatsu No Valkyrie Cover の小説・ストーリー

“She can’t just disappear, Damon. We have to find her. Now.” Damon sighed, stepping aside to let Valtor move past him. “I didn’t want to say anything, but there’s more.” “What do you mean?” Damon reached into his cloak, pulling out a small, bloodstained piece of cloth. Valtor’s gaze snapped to it, the familiar scent of Gaia’s blood washing over him. His heart jolted in his chest as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to take the cloth. The fabric was soft, almost delicate, but what caught his eye wasn’t just the blood—it was the dark, intricate symbol engraved into it.

She better get used to it—with Kaia, Zoe, Summer, and Zoe’s warriors, the she-wolf energy in this group could power a nation. While Mom and Mist start sketching a strategy, Gondul turns to another Valkyrie. “Find Selene, Thor, and Hecate. We need them now. Go!” The Valkyrie doesn’t respond. She just whistles, and one of those stunning white horses bursts from the trees. She swings onto its back, kicks her heels, and is airborne—lightning cracking in her wake.

It touched it's fingers towards the surface while the ogre treaded towards it. It turned to the ogre with a cunning smirk shown beneath the jet black hood. "Go on, show me what you can do." It said, taunting the ogre. Then, with a loud, earthquaking deep groan, the ground vibrated, and the portal glowed a red light before it closed down completely. *** Valheiter A red current coursed through the dark, adamantite body of Valheiter, waking him up from his slumber. His eyes split open, revealing a reptilian, dark Ruby colored eyeballs.

They were the ones who were having a casual talk before. Valhalla Melnyk, the notorious Heavenly Beast Summoner and Vice-Commander of Deck Order Guild, is undoubtedly the one on the left. Her hair was colored blonde and cut short. Her makeup-free face is complemented by her distinctive wide and clear eyes. Her immaculate skin and flawless features drew everyone's attention, including mine.

Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form. Valerius stepped in front of Lyra. His nine tails expanded to their full length, glowing with a violent royal amethyst light. He looked like a god of war carved from starlight. "Stay in the van, Lyra," he said softly. The clingy vulnerability from earlier was gone. This was the man who had conquered three star systems before his twentieth birthday. "Valerius, your runes—they're bleeding!” Lyra screamed. He didn't care. The violet light intensified, the floor beneath him cracked under the weight of his power. He moved.

he warned. “I know.” Valerie gasped suddenly and grabbed her stomach. Not in pain. In shock. A sound, like a crack, split the air. The ground beneath her feet trembled. Her aura wasn’t like a wolf. It wasn’t even like an Alpha’s. It was something else entirely. I moved toward her, but the force that erupted from her knocked both Hunter and me a step back. She opened her eyes. They weren’t gold. They weren’t black. They were silver.

Axel shot me a sideways glance, his eyes narrowing slightly before returning his attention to her. "We appreciate your hospitality," Axel began, clearing his throat to continue, but Valkyrie cut him off with a wave of her hand. "I am Valkyrie, remember?" she repeated, her eyes glinting with a knowing light as she flashed her rotten teeth once more. Valkyrie's eyes seemed to cloud over, her gaze drifting inward as she spoke. "She is feeling a sharp pain... because she has refused to regenerate her bond with her mate. And she is pregnant." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my eyes wide with shock as I stared at Valkyrie. But Axel's face remained impassive, his expression a mask of calm.

Or was she? The light bounced on the cover revealing a figure before disappearing again when the book became straight. Curious, I turned it again in my hand. "Isn't that the Valkarie crest?" " Yes, " I grumbled my brows furrowing even more as I swallowed. "What the hell are you doing with a Valkarie diary? " I glanced at my brother seeing the confusion on his face as much as he held contempt.

Valerie muttered. I pulled up from the bed, interested in what she had to say. "What do you mean?" She looked at Sheila and walked toward the bed. Her hands fell on Sheila's forehead, and she closed her eyes. Her lips moved, whispering a few chants. Then Valerie opened her eyes. Her eyes were glowing a bright purple. She kept on muttering chants until she was done. Her eyes lost their glow and it became normal. Valerie jerked her hand away from Sheila's forehead.

I could see the sweat on her brow now, the panic tightening her shoulders. “Move!” A burst of silver light shot past my ear, slamming into the feral. The creature shrieked, falling backward as steam poured from its chest. I whirled. Valerie stood at the edge of the trees, her red curls wild, her shirt stained, and her usual smile plastered across her face. Beside her was Damien, blood smeared across his cheek, waving his hand and cracking his fingers, smoke now fading from the tip of his fingers. Apparently, his abilities had to do with something close to electricity.