Valkyrae Hot Novels & Stories

If anything, it looked like an everyday ride. And it was being done by an amateur like her? Whispers filled the air once again. “Is she actually Valkyrie?” “Valkyrie’s a woman?” “After five years… Valkyrie’s back?” From one stand in particular, the elite from earlier slumped in his chair. “Argh damn,” he whined. “I’ve lost the money. My wife’s definitely going to kill me.” Meanwhile, in the VIP section, Ryan let out a low whistle, scooting closer to the edge of his seat. “She’s good,” he muttered.

But as I moved further in, a cloying scent of vanilla and jasmine hit me—overwhelmingly familiar and utterly disgusting. I knocked on the bedroom door. “Come in,” a sweet woman's voice called. I pushed the door open and froze. I had to summon every ounce of strength to keep Tyr from lunging. Sprawled on the bed in a tiny lace camisole was Valeria, grinning as if she owned the place. I strode toward the bed. She purred, raising herself on one elbow. “Julian.” My eyes flickered between blue and a predatory red. “What the fuck are you doing here, Valeria?” I released a wave of Alpha aura that made the furniture rattle.

" You do sound like a traitor, and after what happened to Donaerys, you've given me every reason to believe that you are" " Valkyrie, watch your tongue". " No, how else can we explain the fact that the werewolves attacked our key component in our fight against them, if not that there is a spy amongst us". " I have warned you enough", Valeria said, releasing his claws and standing on his feet. " What the hell do you think you can do?" Valkyrie said in anger, also standing to his feet and hitting his released claws on the poor table that never committed any crime other than keeping them apart.

“Aww, that sucks!” I laugh at her, putout expression, and pull her back into my embrace. Unfortunately, we’re so caught up in our greeting that we don’t notice my men's silence until a loud female cough interrupts our musings. Val and I both turn to face Maleah, who is standing near the doorway with a scowl. Val gives her a curious look as she approaches. “Hi, I’m Valkyrie. You must be Maleah?” She asks, extending her hand in greeting. Maleah eyes her hand, hesitantly takes it, then coldly replies, “Yeah, I’m Maleah,” I frown at her cold tone as she releases Val’s hand and strides into the room.

It wasn’t the most logical place to have these ceremonies, but it worked for us. Karma and I both jumped up on the bar using the stools we had lined up for exactly this purpose, ready to get this thing rolling. “Alright you lot!” I shouted out over the chaos. “Tonight, we’re formally patching three new members of the Valkyrie.” The room filled with cheers. “But before we get stuck into the vows and the sambuca, Rogue needs to say a few words.” I looked for him in the crowd, motioning him to join us.

His grey eyes turned completely dark, burning with a raw, predatory hunger. Suddenly, Valeria let out a frustrated whimper, tugging at the straps of her fiery red dinner dress. "It's too hot, Julian. I need to take this off. It's burning me," she mumbled, her fingers clumsily reaching for the zipper at her back, trying to push the fabric down her shoulders to expose her smooth, glowing skin.

all the Valkyries said. Thea sensed living things enter the room. “Let’s go,” Thea said. The Valkyries moved, keeping Thea and Conri in the middle, protected. The Valkyries on the outside of the circle cut down the dead things as they pushed into their ranks. The sounds of demons and Valkyries tearing at each other was loud, screeching, and disturbing.

She got a little louder as they slid seamlessly into her, provoking her inner walls to react and contract. "You're so beautiful, Violet. I can't help myself," Derrick said to her. "I'm yours to take." Valerie leaned in, pressing Derrick's buttons. "I want you inside me now." "Can you take it?" "You should know by now that I like playing with fire," Valery giggled. "Perfect," Derrick let out a gravelly grunt. He moved his fingers faster, flicking them against Valery's irresistible spots as he fed on the nectar of her breasts. Derrick enjoyed every bit of tension unfolding on Valery's face.

He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place. “Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him. A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail. “Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.

By month three, weakness crept into the older members of that group; at nearly the same instant, those charges shot up forty points. That autumn - when Mom started spitting dark clots, and Dad could no longer shift into fur - the power meters at Vareth hit their highest point. Instead of factories humming or roads rising, they funneled raw current skyward. Fired through orbit straight to one place: Valerian Valley. My breath stalled. "Leon." Out of nowhere, the archive room's door slipped aside. My breath caught. The screen clicked dark as I spun toward the sound - useless now. There he stood, framed by the entrance, height alone making the space feel smaller.