Novel & Cerita Shuumatsu No Valkyrie Cover

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

Her eyes, even from across the room, seemed to find Leo’s and hold them. Scarlet followed, a flame-haired Valkyrie. Where Jade was liquid, Scarlet was fire, sharp, defined muscle under alabaster skin dusted with freckles. A harness of red leather held her heavy breasts, and a matching thong disappeared into the lush copper curls at her apex. She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp.

With a single flick of her wrist, it cuts through the darkness, the air, like bullets - allowing nothing to stand within visual distance of Valerie. Though Fenrir grew livid with the audacity of these mongrels, Jaxson can't transform and leave Valerie vulnerable – not even for a second. But it doesn't matter. Jaxson didn't need to expel his energy in a futile shift, not when he has suffering to inflict of his own. As the battles wages, the Harpies lead warrior strikes a landing right before him, "she will die, before Eldora's suns awaken from their slumber," the Harpy promises, her blue eyes piercing into Valerie.

Unsure of what to think, I looked down at the folder, the bold letters written on it Intriguing me immediately. The folder in Dylan’s hands was thick—charred around the edges, like someone had tried to destroy it but couldn’t finish the job. It was sealed with a crimson wax insignia I didn’t recognize. But what grabbed my attention more than the symbol were the words stamped across the cover in bold, black ink: “OPERATION: BLOODROOT.” I snatched it from him, my fingers trembling with fury and curiosity as I flipped it open. The first few pages were blurred, some torn, others stained, but the further I dug, the clearer the nightmare became.

He patted his chest proudly. Bast laughed. Sobering as he explained. “She claims to be a valkyrie. I’ll be researching what that is.” *** “I’d thought that’s what she looked like.” Chavias looked impressed then his expression turned to a frown. “Best assure she eats.” Bast looked at him askance. “I believe a valkyrie must regularly eat to maintain its energy, if I recall correct.” “How in Ardae would you know that?” “My friends-and enemies are far reaching. I’ve learned much over the centuries.”

It was an extraordinarily enchanting dance that would captivate anyone who beheld it. The Emerald Gem Zither accompanied Val's movements, transforming the subtle melodies into luminous sword rays. The sword rays interweaved and carried threads of electrifying brilliance, enhancing their allure. Suddenly, Val halted mid-dance, transforming into a streak of lightning that directly pierced the demonic figure's brow. The element of surprise was a consistent tactic employed by Val. This time was no exception. The demonic figure was caught off guard and took a direct hit, a small mark appearing on its forehead. Subsequently, it ceased all movement.