Valhalla Rising Novel Novels & Stories

Closing my eyes without looking, with my guard up that if anything happens, I have to make it quick to send Camila and Kaze away without having them get hurt. Stepping in the gate, I pass through the barrier, feeling its warmth and tingling as it caresses my body. Waiting for some alarm, my heart drummed as I peeked an eye open and roamed my eyes around. Nothing happened, and it hit a wave of relief flowing throughout my body. So glad I wasn't found out. "All clear." "Man, that was pretty intense," Camila says. "I thought we were going to fight our way in." "There are pretty powerful people here, Camila." Kaze states. "With only the three of us, including Master, who is stronger than us, we

"They're climbing to the top of the house now!" Just like everyone was afraid of, sure enough they found themselves in an ambush. They were flown in by helicopters which departed the moment everyone was unloaded. As if that weren't bad enough their ingenious LT. God rest his soul found it in his good heart to damn near serve up their group on a silver platter agreeing to meet in the center of their market place. Great decision that turned out to be considering he was the first person dead. Higher ranking people always had a greater target painted on their backs. So thankfully... Well thankfully for Collen's group anyways The LT introduced himself as the highest ranking man there. The moment

Realization hits Ilya rapidly that he's alone on a private island with Valen, an alpha who's in his rut; that means Ilya is meant to be his rut partner. A bitter laugh slips past Ilya's lips as the jet takes off and when he turns back, Valen is already at a distance, hands shoved into his pockets, walking casually towards the large villa that's in the middle of the Island. Ilya looks around the island for an escape route but nothing, it's just an endless stretch of water surrounding the land on all sides and trees, with the waves crashing softly against the shore like a cruel reminder that there’s nowhere to go. Ilya swallows deeply, and then without a single thought in his head, he turns an

Chapter 137: The Residual Shift The real morning of their complete freedom did not start with the loud artificial beep of a global trading floor. Instead the sun rose over the eastern ridge of the Hudson Valley in a blinding arc of amber and gold. The light shone through the glass of the master suite. It washed over the mahogany floors, the messy linen sheets and the heavy quiet peace that had finally taken over the villa's private wing.

Blood dyed the entire mountain red before everyone around me could realize what had happened. As the ceremony began, I appeared before the Gate to Heaven, staring coldly at the lively scene above. Step by step, I ascended the mountain peak. The stone stairs beneath my feet crumbled into dust with each step I took.

After ten years of relentless effort, I made a new life for myself in foreign territory. When I fell from that cliff, a branch caught my clothes. I didn't die. A lone wolf named Tarun, who was tracking at the foot of the mountain, rescued me. When he heard what I'd been through, he was heartbroken. He helped me erase my old pack scent and took me across the Great Waters. Tarun's bloodline ruled vast territories, and under his protection, I started over from scratch—slowly rising to become the Alpha female of the empire I now led.

"I just wanted to smell his alpha scent for five more minutes." "I will return before the moon rises," I promise. I stride out of Ember Hall, throw myself into the heavy transport vehicle, and link the coordinates to the dashboard screen. The engine roars to life as I floor the accelerator through the pack gates. The sun rises hot and angry over the horizon, bleeding deep crimson and orange across the sky like a forest fire. The thick morning mist dissolves rapidly under the heat, exposing the rugged wilderness outside Ironvale City. When my tires screech to a halt at the coordinates, my heart hammers violently against my ribs. A completely blackened, melted transport van sits in the middle

The sun rose in the morning, blazing through the cream curtains of the villa and spreading pale gold light on the creased bed sheets and sleeping limbs strewn across the middle of the bed. A breeze swept in through the thrown-back balcony doors, with it the faraway hum of the Italian hills—birds singing, a scooter somewhere down the hill, the rustle of a brand-new beginning forever. Valeria awoke first, hair in complete disarray in every beautiful way, skin still jolted with memory of last night. She blinked, once. Twice.

Daniel’s niece, Veronica, was the first to raise her phone and scream. Then cheers followed one after another. “Wow! Veronica is right! I got fifty thousand too!” “Same here! The company really delivered this year!” “Mr. Aster is so generous! Hard work pays off! Let’s make next year even greater!” … One shout of “fifty thousand” after another burst around me like firecrackers. I lowered my head and checked my banking app. It was empty. Just like previous years, there wasn’t a single deposit notification. A tight frustration slowly built in my chest.

"You can dislike my body, you can isolate my bloodline, and you can watch my misery with cold eyes. But why did you have to stand alongside the executioners, laughing while they tore the flesh from my bones?" No snowflake is innocent when the avalanche buries the valley. "Go ahead and report it then!" Charlotte, one of Mallory’s most loyal sycophants, shrieks, her voice cracking with paranoid rage. "See if anyone in Westhaven actually cares about a fat, pathetic disgrace like you! We disciplined you, yes, but compared to the evil things you did to sweet Mallory, our actions were humane!"