Valhalla Saga Novels & Stories

"I hate the family. The name. I hate all of it!" "Good." Viktor gently touched my chin. His fingers were hot against my cold skin. I didn't pull away. I was too tired to pretend. "Hate is better than fear. But hate won't keep you alive in the Forge. The men there don't care whose son you are. They like to see exactly how long it takes to break a Prince. You have to be fearless, determined, and strong. Those are the only things that will carry you through." He unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed into the back seat with me. The space shrank instantly. He filled it completely. I pressed into the corner, but I already knew I wasn't really trying to escape him. I wanted more but couldn't ask.

"She shouldn't have had to." "No," Nora said. "She shouldn't have." The call ended. She looked at the coordinates on her screen. Caspian was beside her. She showed him the screen. He looked at the location reference. His expression changed. "That's not a Harlow property," he said. She looked at the screen again. "What do you mean," she said. "The location coordinates," he said. "I know that location. It's registered to a private holding company." He held the screen. "The same holding company as the shell Callum Veth's consulting f*e was paid through."

She felt like it was more than wolf indicts. The following night, Vivienne had gotten a dream that made her question her reality. In her dream, a valley stretched before her. It was so vast and broken. It’s ground was uneven and soaked in darkness. The sky above it churned violently, clouds twisting like living things, heavy with storm and fury. Lightning tore across the heavens, illuminating the chaos below in sharp flashes that revealed a battlefield unlike anything she had ever imagined. Creatures filled the valley.

Oh, wait, I know who—this red-haired bitch over here would. I could taste iron at every corner of my mouth, my back aching from the slightest movement but I swallowed hard on the pain. “You…” she said, pointing at me while trying to catch her breath. " You're Mia, right? The daughter of Ray Valisteen, AKA the Valisteen Princess?” “Who's asking?" I said, trying to keep my voice struggling to sound calm and mocking but cracked a little while biting back the pain.

However, halfway through, she suddenly turned around and leaned her forearms over the backrest of her chair. "Hi, my name is Sage. May I know yours, if you don't mind?" she said, her velvety voice gave me goosebumps all over my body. And the smile on her face produced a pair of dimples on her cheeks, causing internal drives in my heart. At the same time, I was more than glad that I could put a name in my mate already. Sage, what a beautiful and unique name. I gathered everything in me to act calmly at this moment. "I'm Val— short for Valkyrie."

Valerie entered the door, following Walt inside, and closed it behind her. He didn’t even look over his shoulder, but walked as if he expected her to be right behind him. And she was, because that’s what Damien, her master, told her to do. As they walked, she studied him, taking better inventory of the man who was about to… She sighed. Who was about to do whatever he wanted to her. Walt possessed mussed up gray hair that probably hadn’t had a brush run through it in weeks, if he even brushed it at all. And by the looks of it, he rarely washed it. He was a thin man, but still had a slightly muscular build under his baggy clothes and walked with a slight stoop of his shoulders, almost as if he

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.