Valhalla Rising Novel Novels & Stories

I was stunned when we emerged out of the other side, dodging around the lapping water of the half-full reservoir, only to see the huge castle of Rising Star looming ahead in the distance. Its distinctive shape resembled a prison more than a castle. Five long points, or wings emerging from a central spur. Imposing, grey and threatening, even under the gentle glow of the full moon. The war was obvious as fire torches burned, patrol markers and other activity obvious across the valley.

Valerie: The sun was rising over the horizon, golden streaks splitting the sky wide open, like a promise finally fulfilled. I stood at the highest point of the estate grounds, the wind tugging at my hair, the scent of fresh earth and morning dew wrapping around me like a cloak. It was over. Giovanni was gone. Eva was gone. The darkness that had poisoned our lives for so long was finally fading. But my job was far from over. There were things that needed to be fixed. The ground that I had managed to somehow break needed fixing.

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

I whispered under my breath, my gaze darting to him. He remained seated, eyes still cast downward, his fist still clenched on the table. The tension in his frame had grown tighter, his shoulders hunched like a beast about to pounce. The air in the room shifted, growing thick and oppressive, crackling with the weight of his magic. One of the councilmen shouted, rushing to the window. "It’s rising! The sea! The tide is coming in like a wave of fury!" Valen lifted his head, his golden eyes gleaming with a quiet, unsettling calm. The expression on his face sent a shiver down my spine.

The number of available alternatives is fairly limited. I smashed my way through the ceiling and soared to incredible heights. Because it was so dark, I couldn't see much of what was going on inside. I was able to see the road because of the little lights emerging from below me, which I believe helped me do so. Because the home was spacious enough, just a few people were able to comfortably fit inside. When this happened, the assistant was only on three or four guards at a time. Then I walked out as soon as the lights were turned off, having waited the necessary time. When the doorbell rings, "Sir, the light in ma'am Yhra's chamber has been turned off. When we delivered the food, we didn't r

The villa was tucked away behind high stone walls and lush tropical greenery, a fortress of peace far removed from the grime of the docks. When the car pulled up, the front door flew open. Clarisa came running out, her hair messy and her face beaming. "Mommy! Haris!" Serena fell to her knees as the little girl collided with her. She pulled Clarisa into a hug so tight the child let out a small "Oof!" Serena buried her face in Clarisa’s neck, breathing in the scent of baby powder and sunshine. It was the scent of life. It was the antidote to the smell of smoke.

They asked no difficult questions and expected nothing complicated in return. It was enough. It had to be enough. Then one afternoon in October, everything shifted. He was in the library, working on an assignment, when she sat down across from him. He looked up, and she was already looking at him — not the way people usually looked at him, which was briefly and without much interest, but directly, with a kind of open curiosity that he didn’t know what to do with. Her name was Valeria. She was in his year, though they had never spoken. She had dark hair and a confident way of holding herself, which suggested she was aware of her presence and chose to engage with him intentionally.

If the others feel the same way as they do, she won't be able to trust anyone. Alice and the woman chasing her trudge through the heavy snow while the two men yell at each other in the background. Alice trips on a fallen log hidden by the snow, landing face first. She scrambles to get her hatchet out to defend herself from the woman closing in on her. Alice turns on her back, hatchet in hand as the woman jumps on top of her.

Every corner seemed to hold a new surprise, a new glimpse into a world of luxury and magnificence. Daniel tugged on Abigail's sleeve, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Mom, can we explore every room? I want to see what's behind every door!" Abigail smiled, embracing their curiosity. "No, isn't our home just calm down? As they ventured through the rooms, guided by their uncle's staff, each space seemed to unfold a new story. From elegant ballrooms to cozy libraries, they were immersed in a world of enchantment and wonder. As they reached the third floor, Abigail felt a tightness in her chest. Doubt clouded her mind as she wondered if the billionaire Michael was the same man she had a one-n

VERITY I followed behind Usel, her long brown hair swaying side to side in front of me. She didn’t say a word, and neither had Shamshiel as I had left the room; however, I felt his eyes on my back as I had departed. Instead of being uncomfortable it felt normal, as if him having his eyes trained on me was as normal as breathing. I noted this in my mind but didn’t want to consider what it meant for me. Down and down, we went, the stairs spiraling even deeper underground, the walls gradually becoming rougher and rougher. Clearly, we were headed to a prison of some sorts, the dampness in the air and smell of human waste made that apparent enough. I covered my nose in an effort not to gag at the