Valhalla Rising Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: Rebel ~Wren~ I slink in through the loose shingles on the roof, softly landing in our makeshift hideout loft. It isn’t much, honestly, it looks like a child’s playhouse, but when all the outliers are beggars or thieves, it’s hard to come by nice things for a rebel headquarters. We are lucky that Ms. Grayford is deaf and never travels upstairs. Not that she would care if she did. She hates Alpha Alden as much as we all do.

TO BE CONTINUED. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to everyone who has followed this story to the very end. You've stuck with me through my long hiatus' and through my struggle to get this story out the way it deserved. I appreciate each and every one of you and love you. Please know that this is only the end of Part 1 and soon I will begin Part 2 which will be told from both Valerie and Elias' prospective. With that said... please keep a lookout for My Dear Prince Of Redemption coming this Summer. Again thank you and I look forward to us continuing this story together!

She gasped softly, her hand flew to her chest instinctively, catching the robe before it could fall open further. The robe remained mostly in place, but the broken button left a small gap, exposing the line of her cleavage. He didn’t notice, because he was still fighting the dream. He tried to reach for the chair again, but this this time, he grabbed the air and was thrown off balance. He fell off the bed, the thud of his body hitting the floor was followed by a dull knock as his head struck the edge of the bedside table. Valeria’s heart dropped. “Mr Crest!”

I said quietly, “was already written.” Valhalla’s head tilted. “Written?” she echoed. Then, she smiled. “No, Lycan King. It was designed.” My control cracked— something inside me fractured all the same. “There is a cure,” I pressed. “There must be.” Leonel inhaled sharply beside me. Probably regretting coming here. Valhalla was silent for a long moment. Then she rose from her chair. When she stood, I realized something unsettling. She did not move like an old woman. She moved like someone who had lived far too long.

Hello, lovely readers! Keep an eye out - I've been working on planning and plotting, and Book 2 of the Elemental Wolves will be starting soon! Astral Eclipse will follow Gavin - all grown up - as he navigates how the world has changed since the Luminar have settled in. He'll have his challenges and trials, just like his mate will! Who could she be? I am so excited to bring you the next generation of characters from the Luna Rising world. I hope you'll stick around for the ride!! All the best - KH Holder KHHolderWrites on your favorite socials!

The wolves prowled through the ruins, snapping chains and cutting bindings, freeing every hostage they could find. It was then that Valia stirred. The Veldras fog still clung to her veins, but she forced her body to rise. Scales glimmered faintly in the firelight as she staggered forward, her legs trembling. She had not survived exile and poison only to be left behind again. Her eyes found him. And in that instant, the world shifted.

VALENTINA Being dead is strange. Three days of nothing. No dreams. No thoughts. Just void. Empty existence. Then waking. Sudden. Violent. Complete. I burst from the ground. Coffin shattering around me. Earth falling away. Emerging into night air. Everything's different. Sounds sharper. Smells stronger. Vision clearer. The world is overwhelming sensory overload. And hunger. Oh god, the hunger. Blood scent everywhere. Every living thing calling to predatory instinct.

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

He enters coordinates. The beautiful ship lifts off the ground just as Cyrillius walks out of the burning compound, his furious face turned to the dark sky. Valen sets the ship to slip stream. And then there are the mountains. There are the trees. There is the lake. And standing on the shore, I see me, in Valen’s arms, looking up at him like he is the sun, moon, and all the burning stars. And I feel peace. Not just in my chest. But in Valen’s.

Valerie sat out on the rooftop, her feet propped up on the brick wall that circled it in order to keep anyone from falling off the edge. She held a scalding cup of coffee in her hands, close to her face, the steam swirling out of the top in wafting circles and bathing her skin. With her eyes closed, she inhaled the rich aroma of the coffee, allowing it to tug at the sleepy edges of her mind as the sun slowly peeked over the horizon. She loved sunrises, almost as much as she loved sunsets. They offered a fresh slate. Yesterday was over, and a person had a new opportunity to start over again. Sometimes, that’s all that was needed, a chance to start over.