Valhalla 3 Novels & Stories

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

Grabbing my hand a smile laced his features as he spoke. “Vailed valley is hidden from the human eye; unless you know how to get to it, it's impossible to find. When the access point was created the only way to ensure humans would not happen across easily was to put it somewhere no one on either side could stumble on it. So it is not in the sea and it is not on land instead they put it in the sky. There is only one way through” he explained the SUV coming to a stop. He opened the door and offered me a hand. Taking his hand I exited the SUV.

her mom said, "Just leave me alone," Valery said, Valery woke up early the next day, dressed up, arranged her luggage, and she travel down to the Northeast, but unfortunately, Jake was not around and Valery forced herself Into the house with the help of the security, and when she entered, she saw the triplets' pictures all over the living room, and he put the kid's portraits In the bedroom, and when Valery saw the kids pictures, she broke Into tears, and she called Jake, "hello" Jake responded,

3rd person’s POV The moon was red that night. The kind of red that stained the pines, the stones, even the eyes of wolves who dared to look too long. Kaelor stood first in the clearing. Tall, scarred across the jaw, his silver cloak brushing the earth as he waited. He was always the first. Always patient. Always steady. His men said he carried the weight of three packs on his shoulders, but in truth he carried something heavier the ghost of a woman’s scent, still fresh in his mind after so many years.

She slid it across the table. “Three hundred units.” Tunde hesitated. “I was told it could go for five.” She let out a dry laugh. “Then whoever told you that was either setting you up or sending you to your grave. Take the three.” He looked down at the shard, then at her. Then picked up the chip. “Deal.” Glitch gave a slight nod. “Good choice. But a word of advice: if you’re planning something stupid, like smuggling yourself into the Citadel don’t come back here. You won’t get a second deal.”

“No, you did not disappoint me. I guess I just wanted this world to change because I know it can. I became angry at the possibility we may all die before that happens. But the Qusayr are right. We are hopeless without hope.” I nod respectfully. Opening the doors, Henry stands beside it. I take the lead, and Henry follows confidently behind me. “Alpha Q…” Henry starts behind me, but I cut him off. “You can call me Valerie, Henry,” I tell him. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that. My wolf won’t allow it, and neither do I,” I stop and so does he. My eyes clash with him, but he has trouble maintaining eye contact. “You called Valak by his name - most of you did,” I drawl, confused.

It might be true, they might have being following me anyways to my luck I could clearly see all four of them were fast asleep, I quickly hopped in my taxi and asked driver to quietly take me away from there and he did exactly as I said, after we drove away I took a breath of relief. Third person POV: Aisha was busy trying to figure out more about ‘HALDU KHATA’ when she started having conversation with her driver, her taxi driver informed her that the village had various orthodox tradition and believes, he also told her that it was waste of her to travel their as those villagers don’t entertain foreigners, in between their drive they took two quick stop one for having early morning breakfast

Zak and Brandon held her tightly. Nathan didn’t react—until Slade shook him, whispered something in his ear. Nathan’s head snapped up. His eyes locked on the goddesses. “Thank you,” he mouthed. Both women bowed their heads. Hermes stepped forward. “There are entry points to Valhalla scattered across the world. We’ll send teams to each. Only the one you already used can be opened by mortals, so we’ll wait for someone to leave and then slip inside. Each group will have a god with them. That way, we can share intel and regroup as needed. Once we’re in... we attack.”

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The village on the shore looked like a child’s drawing, the details stolen by distance, but eventually I could see the smaller fishing boats bobbing in the water, and figures along the sand, watching our approach. “What is next for you?” Valhared joined us at the balustrade, leaning his elbows on it. We watched as the sailors lowered the rowboat over the side of the ship, preparing for our departure. “Another book, another adventure,” Rivyn replied lightly. “Three more, and then home. And you, my friend? Will you retire now?” Valhared laughed. “No, not I,” he shook his head. “I’ll take the treasure to my safe haven, divide a good portion up amongst my crew. We’ll spend a few weeks visiting v