The Valkyrie Stories Novels & Stories

GREY My heart jumped in relief when Valerie wasn't betraying us but that so means death for all of us. Seeing Valerie suck up to Egnar was one of the most disheartening thing I have ever felt but it was a relief when it turned around. I never you she had it in her, poisoning him in the same chalice she going to drink from. Maybe healing was one of her powers. I remember Mother, telling us bed night stories about the white wolf and the special gifts the moon goddess gives to them.

But now, that usual composure was shattered. Valkyrie cursed several times under her breath, her fingers running through her hair, then a mocking laugh escaped her lips, echoing through the room. "She was begging for more?! She should be screaming, beseeching, desperate to save herself from his hold, but she was craving more of it! Crying like whore to have more. How in the Moon Goddess is that possible?!" she shouted, casting a hysterical glance at the old maid. "Is my Darling really in his rut?"

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.

Sandrine drawled out, she understood heartbreak it was certain; but being a military commander was a top priority above all. Rena placed a hand on Val's arm, he had suffered just as much as she had; and yet he'd proven over the past five years that he was reilient as he worked to better his military. Val's relationship had been more subdued than her own. It made no sense to her however, many in the outer villages were married to partners who shared the same gender. Even the Valkyrie were mostly partnered with other women. She recalled briefly however, nearly seven years prior; how Val had run into her healing lesson in tears holding an unconscious Thanerick. Rena and Ivian were unable to

I asked "Well from what I understand its when you die in battle, the Valkyrie are women who wear beautiful armour riding winged horses will carry her from the battle field and take her to Odin the all father and they will dine in a hall made of gold and drink ale from curved horns and feast of succulent meats and she will be surrounded by all the great warriors of all time" Mary said with excitement in her eyes "And what do you believe?" I asked "I would like to believe my nan's beliefs are true, I truly do but to have her beliefs wouldn't I need to turn my back on the moon goddess?" Mary answered in the dorm of a question

"There is no way they will tell a story that speaks of the existence of other gods. Or a man, made god. It would be blasphemous." Helva frowned. "Priest." "Yes?" "Have you not been told that it is unwise to patronize the elderly." Valerik shrugged. "I have." "Then why would you patronize me?" She studied him. "You already know the story of the war of the lost, do you not? I see it in your eyes. The familiarity. The reminiscence behind your eyes. You cannot hide such things from the elderly pries. Especially not me." "I know the story of the war of the lost, Helva," Valerik agreed simply. "What you have told me, however, is not it. I know that by its real name."

Her father was beyond redemption. “Any loses?” Thrud turned to ask the Valkyrie who had only just arrived at her side. All around them were several giant corpses. Frozen soil and blood populated the battlefield, and a disgusting smell of rot and decay was starting to assault the senses of those who had lived past the violence of the battle. “Yes,” the Valkyrie nodded her head and proceeded to inform Thrud of their loses. “We lost 15 Valkyries. Only 35 remain.” “I see. May they rest in the halls of Valhalla,” Thrud struck her chest and said.

Valkyrie's wolf. I turned to her. "Valkyrie… look." She spun around. Her eyes widened as they locked onto the fleeting darkness. "Genna?" Valkyrie staggered forward, her dagger slipping from her grasp. “Genna!” Her voice cracked, trying to reach her stolen wolf. “VALKYRIE! HELP ME!” Her cry was a desperate wail. She clawed at the edges of the void, but it was like sinking in quicksand—every struggle only dragged her further in.

Tyr whispered to himself. He reached to her beloved's hands and clasped them into hers. His eyes began to glisten once more as he summon the energy of nature, gathering all the elemental planes, even those that are not within the boundaries of his ability. Earth, water, fire, wind, and sky. The paraelemental, even the quaiselemental energies had responded to his call. The entire Valhalla had begun to shake. This is therefore his one last blow, he doesn't care.

A world of glitter and shadows, where nothing was ever as it seemed. And I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. As the Valisteen Princess, I had wealth, luxury, and influence. But with that came constant threats—Ray’s enemies, who seemed to be lurking around every corner. They never stopped coming after me, trying to use me as a pawn in their ruthless games.