Tokyo Revengers Valhalla Novels & Stories

Something that looks shiny. Hana again widened her eyes when she realized something was in Valdo's hand. Valdo is holding a sword that looks shiny even though the lights in the room are quite dim. Sword with camellia engraved on the tip. “What.. What do you want to do, Vals?” Hana asked, trying to move her body to get closer to Delldora "Don't tell me you..." Valdo smirked, walked over to Hana and held Hana's head with his feet

She had put up a good fight, but I knew in the end there would be no way that she could keep up the fight without killing herself. “How much longer?” Julian asks. “Not long now. See the mark on her neck? It’s already disappearing.” I mentioned, pointing to the red and irritated portion of skin on her neck. “Good. Call me when it’s done.” He walks out of his room probably to meet with Teresa and Nial about their plans. These rogues don’t know that I’m undermining their plan with one of my own. They think I’m here to help them kill the shifter royal family, which in part is true. However, that isn’t all I want to do. When that bitch of a Luna Queen killed me all those years ago, I knew we had

“Aww, that sucks!” I laugh at her, putout expression, and pull her back into my embrace. Unfortunately, we’re so caught up in our greeting that we don’t notice my men's silence until a loud female cough interrupts our musings. Val and I both turn to face Maleah, who is standing near the doorway with a scowl. Val gives her a curious look as she approaches. “Hi, I’m Valkyrie. You must be Maleah?” She asks, extending her hand in greeting. Maleah eyes her hand, hesitantly takes it, then coldly replies, “Yeah, I’m Maleah,” I frown at her cold tone as she releases Val’s hand and strides into the room.

The guard stepped out, the lockbox deadbolting. "Look who finally remembered I exist," Valentina sneered. "I expected you a week ago, Dom." "I’m here now, Val," Dominic said, his voice flat. "Cut the crap," Valentina leaned forward, baring her teeth. "You look like hell. What's the emergency? Did you lose your little playground already?" "Ichiro Takahashi just landed in Nova City." Valentina’s hands slammed flat onto the table. "Kenji's older brother? The Chairman of the Yamaguchi-gumi?"

as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.” He moved so fast and pinned me to the back of the booth, he moved my hair and revealed my pointy ears, as he studied my features he hissed, “Valkyrie?… you are a Valkyrie assassin.” I hissed at him as my claws sharpened on my good hand and I sliced across his face, causing thin lines of blood to drip down his face. I laughed, “I am not an assassin, otherwise you would be dead, I am a hired hand, determined to wipe out your kind.”

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.

As the first rays of dawn began to pierce the night sky, he stepped forward to address his warriors. ********** Meanwhile, deep in the Shadow fang mansion, Valen stood in a dark chamber. The room was lit only by the flickering light of a single flame. Shadows danced across the stone walls, their movements almost alive. Opposite him, Vendetta watched with an amused smile. “They know about this room right?,” Valen said, his voice calm but cold. Vendetta’s smile widened. “ Valen, you sound weak, not like you at all... Let them come. It’s time to show Dorian the true power of the relic. It's time to show them what we're up to”

" My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, taking her aback. She threw the towel aside and opened the door. A smart-looking man stood on the other side of the door. He lifted his identification and said, "Hello, I am Zachary Jenkins, a private rehabilitation therapist. Ms. Riley Gibson's parents appointed me to care for her."

She would gladly open and welcome it with wide arms. "Honey, why are you so gloomy? We are going to play with our enemies today, you should be happy! Isn't this what you have always wanted? I mean, revenge for your parents death, huh?!!" West took her hands and squeezed tightly. "I'm okay, I just…"

I shrugged. “You can always bend the rules,” came a cool voice behind us. We turned. There stood a smirking, half-dressed warrior with battle scars sliced across his chest like a canvas of war stories. His aura screamed Alpha—and he made no effort to hide it. “I’m Valen Anderson. Crystal Blood. You must be the newcomers,” he said, fist-pumping each of us like we were already teammates. Something about him—his cocky tilt, the mischief in his eyes—told me he was dangerous.