Valkyrae Cum Tribute Novels & Stories

My fingers trembled as I hovered over the collapsed comments section, hesitating to open it, my heart heavy with anguish. "Don’t look." Noman grabbed my hand and held it tightly. "Violet, they’re not worth it." I clenched his hand in return, gradually tightening my grip. "No, I want to remember their faces now and their cruelty." Just like when the Rivers family fell, those who once praised me to the skies couldn’t wait to tear me apart, using my downfall to paint themselves as victims. I had learned my lesson back then, yet I still misplaced my trust and gave my heart to the wrong people.

Andrea's grin vanished, and it was replaced by a blank expression. "Listen everyone! You know that Alpha Bryan chose her to be sacrificed for the sake of our pack. You blame Alpha Bryan for his decision. Then, we found out that the sacrificial ceremony failed because the reason is, the sacrifice is still alive. You know what I mean? We experienced this disaster for over a year because Andrea is alive! Now, don't blame Alpha Bryan for what he decided for our sake and for the pack's sake. Blame all the misfortune we experienced to Andrea because she is alive. She should die!" Tasha said, grinning at Andrea. She ran towards Andrea while holding a knife to stab her, but before Tasha stabbed Andr

Kael held the door and they moved out into the dark toward Elder Lysara's chambers without another word, and Zara watched them go with the hybrid's dragging feet leaving two pale lines in the dirt. She turned back to the room. Valkyrie had shifted back and was standing in the wreckage in a borrowed shirt, rotating her shoulder with a focused expression that suggested it hurt considerably more than she was acknowledging. "The last one," Zara said. "The one we brought to Lysara before. It was strong." "Yes," Valkyrie said. "This one was ten times stronger." "Yes." "That's a pattern." Valkyrie looked at her. "What are you thinking?"

“Then it’s time we hit her where it hurts.” That evening, Sarah found a folder tucked into Damon’s desk drawer. Inside: a dossier. Dozens of pages. Maps. Surveillance photos. A list titled Operation Valkyrie. “Damon?” she asked, holding it up. He walked in, expression unreadable. “You’ve been planning this?” He nodded. “For months. The moment I knew Katrina wasn’t gone… I started building our counteroffensive. That’s what Operation Valkyrie is.” Sarah opened to the center pages. “This part—‘Phase Omega’—what is it?” Damon walked over, his voice low. “It’s our final play.”

And in the frostbitten north, the loyal Lycan packs howled, one voice, one vengeance, one war. The Valley of Tears, named for the queens who once wept here, would cry no longer. It would burn. Elara stood atop the battlements, her cloak billowing like stormclouds spun in silk. Below her, an army like none Eldoria had ever seen filled the valley. Lycan. Vampire. Hybrid. Bound not by bloodline, but by purpose. The sigil of Virelith blazed on every standard: flame wrapped in silver, the promise of rebirth through ruin.

74 | S O V A K ' S G R E E D *** Valkyrie is an emergency order issued when someone is caught betraying the kingdom. The emergency order only applies to someone who has high enough authority. This had happened before, but Saveroth had never intervened. In this case, it is most likely that Damien is their target, considering that Daniel is nicknamed One-Man-Army by the kingdom. A vampire prime minister, three noble-class vampires, several high-ranking vampires, and hundreds of low-level vampires.

She twirled, and her hind leg scratched the surface of the earth. “Valkyrie?” I turned. Azira's wolf stood at the side, her eyes mixed with emotions. But I was too filled with rage to care. Ryker took a step, his eyes flickering. Was it guilt? Anger? I didn't care. “You knew all along! All you could have done was let me know. Reject me, or better, leave me at the Auction house." My claws dug deeper into the earth. “I, Valkyrie Nightborn, Daughter of Late Omega Thane and Lyra of Hallow Wood pack rejects you, Ryker Malrik, the Alpha of Grim-Fang Pack as my mate.”

’ Czer snarled within me, his voice edged with warning. But the way out was gone. The Rift pulsed, alive and aware. And then — I saw them… Figures in the distance, caught between time. Lycans, witches, warriors… and among them, myself... Standing amidst the ruins of Valkyrie, sword drawn, blood dripping down my hands. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real.” Valentina reached for me, her hand brushing mine. “Andres?” But her touch sent a violent shiver within me and something crushed before my eyes— two moons bleeding together, and between them, her silhouette standing alone, light pouring from her chest.

Cassia who had saw the king with his slave earlier with the mistress, bit down her lip, not knowing what to say. "My life has never been my own. I've always tried to be his perfect daughter, but it was never enough. My mother died because she wasn’t perfect for him—I don’t want the same life," Valkyrie began lighting the candle set before the mirror before her. "That is why I’m trying so hard. And now that I am this close, this damn close to satisfying his wishes by becoming the Grand Queen of this Citadel, some bitch comes to snatch it away from me. Whether I live or die... My doom is certain ."

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.