Valkyrie Angels Novels & Stories

"Don't you want to live?" "Yes, sir. Please don't kill me. I beg you. Please." "Then cut his dick off, I will spare you." Damian whispered pointing the other guy which made the both of them to tremble in fear. "Please, sir spare me. I will leave this city please spare us." The guy who was pointed begged by clutching onto Damian's legs for mercy but Damian's gaze was stuck upon the guy whom he offered. "Well, do or die." " I-I, sir I just, ple-"

With a single flick of her wrist, it cuts through the darkness, the air, like bullets - allowing nothing to stand within visual distance of Valerie. Though Fenrir grew livid with the audacity of these mongrels, Jaxson can't transform and leave Valerie vulnerable – not even for a second. But it doesn't matter. Jaxson didn't need to expel his energy in a futile shift, not when he has suffering to inflict of his own. As the battles wages, the Harpies lead warrior strikes a landing right before him, "she will die, before Eldora's suns awaken from their slumber," the Harpy promises, her blue eyes piercing into Valerie.

Chapter 16: You Sl**t how dare you try to flirt with my man. As Amelia tended to Reynolds' wounds, she wept uncontrollably, her body shaking with sobs. Ivy, meanwhile, stormed over to Emilia, her face twisted in anger. She grabbed Emilia's shoulders shaking her roughly, her fingers digging deep into her skin. "Look at what you've done, Emilia!" Ivy spat. "Look at the chaos you've created!" Emilia's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the scene before her. Jace's face still burned with anger, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity that made her shiver. He looked like he could cause damage if given another chance.

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”