The Valkyrie Stories Novels & Stories

– she says, removing her arms from Baltazar's neck and trying to get up. He holds her tightly. - No. It's not your fault. It's the war's fault. You fear the end of Aurelius's life, and I understand that. You made a promise, and you want to keep it. I don't need another child. I already have everything I want on my side. Valkyrie kisses Baltazar, but her head doesn't stop. She, too, would like to have another child. Specifically, she would have liked to have a daughter.

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.

At first I don’t know where it came from, but when I turn to my side and look at Valeria, it all dawns on me. Her eyes are starting to flash red. Her hands are clenched into fists and her muscles and veins are protruding from under her skin like some kind of snakes. The tension emanating from her is enough to root me to my spot…. Her wolf is back. And I know that all it wants is to kill the bastards who took our children. But white wolves don’t ever stop there. They don’t ever just get the enemy. White wolves are creatures of pure destruction, and once Valeria lets it out, there’s no telling when she could reel it back in.

The woman stood forward proudly. "This is Sonja. She is the oldest member of my elite Valkyrie. A group of highly trained women who serve directly beneath me. She was the one who made me realize that to win this war, I will need women like you to fight for me." Sonja looked straight ahead of her. She knew I would use her story to move the masses.

"She awakened your vanity… and your hunger." With a gesture, Valkyria summoned three women. All adults, dressed in white, eyes lowered, aware of the role they would play that night. The air shifted. Ancient power awakened. "Three," Valkyria explained softly. "One for strength, one for youth… and one to seal the rebirth." Vlad hesitated only a second. Pride, desire, nostalgia for himself, all mixed together. Then he did it, and on the third, the world seemed to explode inside him.

I corrected myself. “Angry ghosts?” he asked. “People I killed,” I explained. “So Ylva can exorcise ghosts?” “No. But Valkyries delve half in the realm of the living and half in the realm of the dead.” “Kinda like reapers for warriors?” he thought aloud. “In a way,” I conceded. He froze for a second thinking frantically. I turned to him inquisitively. “Ylva can sense death right?” he asked me finally.

“I gave you a simple assignment! Very simple! You had her with you, all you needed to do was get me the damn pendant and break me free from these years of bondage. But what did you do? You failed!? It growled, hot flames escaping him and he breathed those words. Iris was right! Valkyrie possesses people and manipulates them to do his bidding. He fed on Aemond’s secret desires and now, Aemond must do everything he said or be sucked up in oblivion like the ones before him. “I…I swear I have everything managed,” he faltered, kneeling before Valkyrie. “You only need to grant me a bit more time. It would be all yours.” I wasted no time in stepping forward. “Hey! Over here you dumb thing!” I screa

Tengu ran rooftop dojos and taught air the art of being stepped on. Valkyries kept to high places—the bones of old volcanoes and the ends of ridgelines where clouds hooked themselves to the earth. Their halls were no-nonsense spaces full of banners that told you who’d died and why and whether they’d done it well. They had little patience for mirrors, good ale, and a lot of opinions about cowards. They also had, if you stayed long enough to see it, an excellent sense of humor that was mostly practical jokes played on giants, and once—only once—on a dragon who took it well enough to leave the mountain unmolested for a year.

he said as he started it up. “You suck,” I said, but he was apparently ignoring me. “Valkyries have cat-like reflexes, and their emotions are directly tied to lightning. They can also make a shrieking noise that can easily deafen anyone’s eardrums,” Zander said as we pulled away from the sub shop.

"You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medical team. You did all this because you wanted... wanted..." "I wanted you to die," I finished her sentence. I still remembered how, in my previous life, Valerie had deliberately crashed into a truck. I thought she loved Eugene so much, but in reality, she only loved the idea of Eugene. When their personal interests were at stake, those feelings simply evaporated. I did not stay to watch Valerie die, but we both knew she would not live much longer. Eugene refused to take care of her, and her parents were too preoccupied with Caleb's problems.