Valkyrae Hot Novels & Stories

KAELEN. I watched a muscle tick violently along Valeria’s jawline, her silver eyes—usually so cold and impenetrable—now molten and burning with an unadulterated, lethal fury. The razor-sharp tip of her blade trembled a fraction of an inch against the exposed skin just above my armored collar, but I didn't step back. I didn't even flinch. I was never going to let her off my hook again. "Alpha Kaelen, does this look like a fucking joke to you?" she hissed through her teeth, her voice vibrating with a rage so pure it sent a primal thrill straight down my spine.

He inhaled sharply, committing the scent of her skin to his ancient memory ledger. "You're burning," Valarian whispered, his gravelly baritone rough, completely broken by the sheer intoxicating weight of her presence. His hands slid up her ribs, his thumbs tracing the soft line of her jaw, forcing her to look up into his silver eyes. In the dim torchlight, his irises were no longer a calm, cool metal—they had darkened into a deep, consuming obsidian, flashing with a volatile, predatory light. "I told myself a hundred times that I would keep away. I told myself I would protect you from what I am. But you... you're a fire, Kiarra. And I am completely done trying to survive the winter without y

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

A slow smile grew over her face as she delicately took hold of the mic, bringing it close to her lips. “Oh, didn’t you know?” she said. “I own the Hotel.” Harrison’s mouth dropped open. “What…?” “Of course,” Valeria said casually, as though she hadn’t upended the entirety of pack society with that one sentence. “VR Limited.” She smirked at Harrison. “I’m the V.”

She was tracking the final destination of Anya Petrova: the Valkyrie, a luxury vessel known to operate as a high-end Syndicate command vessel during its operational years. Julian managed to use the Sentinel Foundation’s nascent network to confirm the Valkyrie’s latest satellite ping, provided by a contact within the European intelligence community—a subtle, calculated risk to keep Elias in the chase. “The Valkyrie is heavily armed, Elias,” Julian warned during their brief, encrypted comms check. “It’s running a minimal crew, but the security is automated and top-tier. Anya won’t have conventional bodyguards, but she’ll have drone defenses and specialized sonar.”

My heart stopped. I read it again.And again.The letters didn't change.They stayed there, black against white.Valkyrie.Co-owner.Lawson Maritime.Evie.My knees almost gave way."No."Jaxson reached for the document.I pulled it away."Don't.""Kirrily, you need to listen to me.""That's her name."He said nothing."That's my sister's name."Still nothing.My hands began trembling."Who is Valkyrie?"Jaxson's jaw tightened."You already know.""No."

"What else did you get?" "I haven't heard much from their conversation," Ares said which almost made Damien sigh heavily. But what Ares said next made Damien's face harden. "However, they seem to be waiting for your arrival, my lord." "They're waiting for me?" "Right. They said something about the Valkyrie too." "Valkyrie?" now it was Reinhard who spoke. "Who is that?" "Not who, but what," Damien replied. "Valkyrie is an emergency order issued by the kingdom in case someone is proven treasonous."

Aneira articulated under Valencia’s unhappy expression. Aneira immediately turned to the waitress to inform her to bring Valencia a soft drink, but before she could, she realized that the waitress had already disappeared! Aneira parted her lips but before she could speak a word, a hot wave crashed over her making her tremble, her face reddened and her eyes pooled with tears making her whole person very enchanting and seductive Valencia and Aviva turned to Aneira in concern. “Aneira, what’s wrong?” Aneira’s body trembled, and she spoke in a shaky and panting low voice, “Hot. Hot.” She cried out pitifully, a wave of desire beginning to climb in her body, making her very uncomfortable.

Not Rick's touch. Valerie's eyes shot open. Horror flooded through her veins like ice water as her vision adjusted to the darkness, revealing not Rick but Aaron Calder straddling her hips, his hands tangled in her hair. "Hello, beautiful," he murmured, his eyes filled with desire. "Get off me!" Valerie snarled, bucking beneath him, trying to throw him off balance.

The door leading to her bathroom door opened and Ruthless rushed out to meet her, carrying her in bridal style in his arms. "You should have yelled out my name, do you want to injure yourself the more?" He asked in concern. "I thought you had left me and went back to Athena arms," Vala said slowly, as she breathed in her mate's scent, closing her eyes in total bliss when she didn't smell the scent of the goddess on him. She felt his body rigid but she didn't care, he was here.