Shuumatsu No Valkyrie Novels & Stories

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

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.

I grabbed the first one by the throat and squeezed his neck tightly. He kicked and struggled to free himself but my hand was firmly wrapped around his neck. I drove my hand through his chest and pulled out his heart. The crowd gasped, the gory scene shaking them to the core. I dropped his body, hoping he was dead but he rose up yet again. “You focus your attacks on their physical form. Try connecting with their spiritual form and destroying it completely.” Valkyrie stated. “If it was that easy, I would have done it!” I exclaimed.

“She was sleeping, started mumbling, and then she—levitated. And started chanting.” Kiyan opened my door, and what we saw knocked the oxygen out of our lungs. Valora was levitating, her eyes completely white as snow, her hair flowing endlessly, and her voice, as she chanted, sounded like the roaring of waters or a thousand voices speaking in unison. Her chants were stronger, louder. “How the hell did this happen?” Kiyan’s shock was written on his face as he started searching his contacts for someone we could call to smuggle Valora out of my room before something crazier happens.

’ Czer snarled within me, his voice edged with warning. But the way out was gone. The Rift pulsed, alive and aware. And then — I saw them… Figures in the distance, caught between time. Lycans, witches, warriors… and among them, myself... Standing amidst the ruins of Valkyrie, sword drawn, blood dripping down my hands. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real.” Valentina reached for me, her hand brushing mine. “Andres?” But her touch sent a violent shiver within me and something crushed before my eyes— two moons bleeding together, and between them, her silhouette standing alone, light pouring from her chest.

she purred. I spat at the ground. “So that’s what you want? To use me as some kind of resurrection tool?” Valentina’s smile turned razor-sharp. “Oh, you’ll be more than that.” Just when Mason was about to charge at her again, Valentina raised her hand and suddenly, a powerful force radiated from her hand, blasting Mason off the ground. “What the…”

“Yup. So did Karma.” “I mean,” he chuckled. “If anyone was going to get into some shady shit, it was Karma. If we’d had to place bets, I’d have said Karma ended up being an assassin.” “Not too far from the truth, she is my Sergeant at Arms as well as my second,” I laughed. “So how did the Valkyrie happen? How…just how are you where and who you are?” I smirked.

a voice growled from the shadows. I forced my head up, my vision swimming through a haze of sweat and crimson. Standing at the edge of the altar was a man with a face carved from old stone and permanent winter. Valen. He wasn't wearing his iron visor then. His face was bare, scarred, and twisted into an expression of fanatical, hollow triumph. “You can't bind a core this pure,” I spat, my voice cracking, a line of dark blood spilling over my lower lip. “The spark dies with the vessel.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h