Valhalla Rising Novel Novels & Stories

Charlotte’s POV I could not believe that Jack was paying for my tattoos with a blood Harley. I know nothing about bikes, but from the way that Reece looked like he was about to cry I was guessing it was a good one. I tried to hold my breath as Jack lifted me into the car. His hand went to my arse again and I had to hold in my moan. What the hell was this man trying to do to me. Once we were all in the car Jacks phone pinged. I was so used to his phone always going off that I did not think anything off it until he started to curse.

With my mate by my side, I was overwhelmed. ‘what should we name her?’ Val asked. ‘ela’ I replied. I could ask for no more than this happiness to sustain. *** well, that the last of the side stories. Thank you all for reading this novel. 💜 Be happy and stay safe. 💜 Until next time 😁😁

Valerie's POV The low rumble beneath the chamber refuses to fade. Instead, it grows steadier, like the slow heartbeat of something that has waited centuries for this exact moment. Valerie remains standing beside the ancient journal, her fingers resting lightly against the cover of the Origin Book. Around her, the hidden chamber no longer feels like a forgotten prison beneath the Vane Mansion. It feels like a place waking from a long sleep. The discoveries made inside the journal have changed everything she believed about the Blood Oath.

A narrow valley opened up to the eye, squeezed on both sides by high hills, and somewhere from the ravine in its center the murmur of water was heard. Vic let out a groan, hiding in the city would be much easier than here. But to turn back meant that and leave the children without strength. He could not return them to the realm of stone walls, where there is nothing alive. He involuntarily glanced at the sky, the purple-red disk of the sun was confidently descending behind the hills, throwing the last arrows of rays onto the valley.

While memories of the art of pill-making had also been implanted into his memory, Gerald wasn’t really sure if what he knew was even comparable to the pills made by the cryptic family. Regardless, Gerald quickly made use of his lightness skill to hasten his journey there. The large mountain was called Sunhill Rise, and though Gerald was fast, the journey to King Valley took quite a while since the mountainous region was extremely large and complicated to navigate through. It was only after running through eight neighboring cities when Gerald finally arrived at King Valley around noon.

Ava The morning sun streamed into the mansion with a deceptive softness, brushing the marble floors with streaks of gold. The air was still, carrying only faint traces of lavender and polished wood. But beneath the calm, there was tension an invisible current that hummed in the corridors and whispered in the corners of every room. Today, I sensed, would challenge not only my judgment and strategy but also my heart. Because in Adrian Vale’s world, ambition, loyalty, and desire were often entangled, and the boundaries between personal and professional alliances were dangerously thin.

"She’s my savior!" Her gaze burned with hatred as she turned to Vanessa. "They’re the ones who tried to kill me. All of them! Especially her!" The crowd froze, horror etched across every face. Vanessa’s skin turned corpse-white. She trembled violently, blood draining from her lips. "No… no, it wasn’t me!" Khalid’s eyes widened, realization dawning, shame flickering across his face. Layla’s voice shook with anger and grief. "She kicked away my medicine, stole my mask, and finally threw me overboard! If Hailey hadn’t shared her oxygen and caught me in the sea, I’d already be dead!"

“Alli, I don’t-I don’t want it to seem like I’m running or calling in favors because I can. I don't want to play a top hand on the investigations.” Allister’s jaw tightens slightly, but he doesn't press the issue. Instead, he starts the car and pulls away from the curb, the police station building blurring out in the rearview mirror as we progress. The streets of the Silver Valley’s capital city, Al-monte, is nearly empty at this hour, streetlights casting long shadows across empty roads. We drive in silence for several minutes, the only sound between us being the soft hum of the car engine. Finally, Allister speaks again, his voice low and tingling with something I rarely perceive from him,

Jennifer felt defeated, her sighs coming out weak and breathless. When she looked up, our eyes met from across the second floor. She quickly looked away and scurried out of sight. I put my wine glass down and headed downstairs. In the shadows, Jennifer was standing alone, taking a deep, weary breath. "What are you doing here?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. Jennifer stood there, stiff as a board. "Nelson..." Seeing me again, her usual pride and self-importance had all but vanished, replaced by a look of careful vigilance.

I watch him drive away, his car disappearing around the corner, the headlights fading into the dark. Only then do I turn and head inside the mansion, my chest buzzing with a quiet excitement. Somehow everything feels different. Better. Brighter since I woke up in this timeline. Or maybe it's just me who's different. Old me would never have done something so crazy but so far I have no regrets. The mansion is relatively quiet, and I plan to get to my room as quickly as possible before anyone spots me. But that plan dies the second I open the door and see Kruska standing a few feet away, arms crossed over her chest and disgust written all over her face.