Valhalla Saga Novels & Stories

I laugh and tell him to trust me. When we arrive at the unassuming gate in the middle of nowhere, I get out. “Are we lost Rea?” he asks, stepping out and looking around. I smile, watching the spot where I know Samlael will materialize. “Good afternoon, Guardian Reagan,” he says, making Kieran spin around. “Hello Samlael. How is Mevnenth?” I ask about his mate. “Beautiful and amazing as always,” he says. “And the kids?” “Beautiful, like their mother.”

"Is it just me, or did that guy earlier... wasn’t he going in our direction?" The driver kept his eyes on the road. "Definitely not," he said firmly. "Plus, the name he was calling was different. It had nothing to do with us." Anne, the woman in the front seat, nodded slowly. "Right. This is Vespera's first visit to City F, after all."

"Tell me more about yourself." Vala quickly told him about herself and family and the village she came from, she didn't hide anything from him. She told him why she was with Daniel. "I wish I had met you earlier," Vala said. " "Vala, one thing you should know is that some roads lead into the fire, some roads lead into the sea, some roads lead into the light or darkness, some roads lead into war, some roads lead into your heart, some roads shake you, some roads take you to the start, probably it was meant to be so that we can meet this way." He told her.

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“One for the Goddess’s Realm. One for the distraction. One for Ios—to finish the Riding Hoods.” “But where do we send the distraction?” Meredith asks. “Valhalla,” Michael says. “It was part of Hermes’ message to JoJo. The entry to the Realm is through Valhalla. He left a doorway partially open.” “Will the Valkyries help us?” the Selkie King asks. “They’ve always been… flighty.” He winces. “No pun intended.” I can’t help but laugh. “Unlikely,” says the Pixie Queen. “They only appear for a warrior’s death. I’m sure they’re searching for Odin on their own.”

mum replied "My wolfs name, how did you get ragnarok from Lagertha?" "Lagertha is originally a viking name" mum answered "Ok thanks mum" then ended the mind-link " mum said she had a hunch based on my wolfs name" "Your mums right, i am named after the greatest shield maden, and I have made it my lifes mission to uphold her name with honor"

Tyr began to walk ahead yet his mind was still stuck in a certain time and place. Valhalla, some say is a place where the heroes are welcomed with honor, a place of rejoicing and an end to weeping. Well, that is what mortals know. In a place where the sun never sets nor shines ablaze. In this place where a dreamy sea dances in its own symphony. The song of placidity is contrary to what was visible in the mortal's eyes. For in this place, is where all his agony had started. That is their heaven.

Yet Valkira was standing in front of them, calling them losers like they were nothing. Taros stepped forward, his boot crunching over a piece of broken crystal. His face reddened as his fangs came out. "So, you're Valkira?" he spat. "The one who messed with my family's business?" He stepped closer, his voice low as he stared her down. “I’ve heard a lot about you. The dead princess who crawled back from the ocean. The woman who thinks she can challenge the great packs and get away with it.”

“Nothing much. Just thought I’d check in. You know, see if you’re still alive. Or if that husband of yours finally locked you in the basement.” “Viv,” I groaned, flopping onto my back. “Where are you? I can barely hear you?” “Nowhere new. Valhalla. You remember Valhalla, right?” Her voice dropped with sarcasm. “The club you abandoned the moment your lovely husband walked into your life? Ring any bell?” She giggled at her little joke. “Is he home?” I rolled my eyes, balancing on the heel of my foot. “No, he’s not here. He left for Seattle this morning.”

“Let’s head out.” She had driven her SUV and I climbed into the passenger seat, throwing my bag into the back seat. Getting in, Lila started the car and pulled out. “What are you calling him? I feel like you have run out of good names? Unless you’re actually going to name him after the superheroes.” I grimaced. “No. I have been calling him Vale.” “Unlike your mate, I am not well versed in any mythology, let alone Norse.” Smiling, I shook my head. “Vale was the son of Odin who avenged the death of his brother. He also was said to grow to full adulthood in a day.”