Valkyrie Angels Novels & Stories

I just have to take the chance and walk in. "Valkyrie," he says, and parts of my heart heal just hearing him call me that. "Every man in this building has his eyes on you in this dress." "I just need one guy looking at me." "He is." "Then I hope he can look into my soul and see how I truly feel about him." The guard drops from his eyes and he inches closer. I inhale him, committing his scent to memory. "Be careful, Valkyrie. The angel shouldn't fall for the devil."

“Yet you keep testing my limits. The Medici estate does not welcome you. There is only one reason you’re allowed to step inside, and that is to face your judgement.” “I will!” Victor shouted immediately. “I’m willing to accept your judgment, Rachel, as long as I get to stay by your side!” I nodded. “I’m a fair person. That depends on whether everyone here is willing to give you that chance.” The elders looked at him in silence. “No one objects!” Victor’s face lit up with hope. “I request–” “I object!” Chiara objected. She walked straight up to Victor and spat in his face. Her eyes were red as she glared at him.

Her tears stopped, and she slumped onto my chest as she fell into a deep sleep, not fighting my spell. “What the hell just happened?” Angelica demanded as she stood, fighting a yawn. I easily lifted Siri into my arms and stood. “You just told a Valkyrie that her child has been dead for 24 years. Valkyries suffer the pain of loss much stronger than most. I put her to sleep to help ease her pain.” I turned to walk down the hall to one of my spare rooms. Angelica followed me. She quickly opened the door and pulled back the blankets. I laid Siri in the bed, and Angelica quickly pulled off her shoes and tossed the blankets over her.

My vision blurred, the world tilting dangerously— And then, I wasn’t in my room anymore. --- A battlefield stretched endlessly before me. The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, and above them, Valkyries fought with a fierce, desperate rage. They were beautiful. Deadly. Their wings—black, silver, white—flashed like lightning as they clashed with monstrous creatures born of shadow. Their claws pulsed with golden light, slicing through the darkness with terrifying precision. But they were losing.

"I don't understand." "I can't explain what a Valkyrie really is, but we usually call them angels of death because there's always death around Valkyries. Alice can kill more people than me and Greg easily. They have powers that are not... normal; I'm grateful there are only 16 of them in the world because killing a Valkyrie is very difficult. No one has killed any Valkyrie for the last 500 years." "Then why would anyone want to kill her?" I started to get interested in this conversation. I leaned against the wardrobe door.

she offered, making a desperate attempt at saving her life. Olivia moved her hand in anti-clock wise direction and the mist dissipated. She then walked over to the woman and the woman pulled her hair up revealing a mark that was etched at the nape of her neck. As she inhaled the mark caught fire. As soon as she let out her breath the fire dissuaded. Olivia immediately recognized the symbol and nodded to the other two. She was a Valkyrie, an angel like creature with super strength, fast healing abilities and consents spirits around her. Valkyries were also thought to be expert at using clairvoyance, which gave them the ability to trace the history of anyone or anything by touching an object t

He howls—a gut-wrenching, full-body sound that sends all nearby demons scrambling to help him. Because of course. Nothing can be easy. Now we’re all in it. Our numbers are better, but these demons are berserk, fighting like it’s the end of the world—for their god, maybe it is. The Valkyries, though? They’re unbothered. Deadly. They cut through the demons like butter—impaling hearts, decapitating with a single swing. Zoe’s warrior pack watches, adapts, and mirrors their movements. Soon, we’ve got tactical units forming all over the field.

She was blessed by the god of thunder that no any Angle could not kill her. So she became very terrible.The whole world was in the face of destruction then. We have no idea how to stop her. Suddenly one day in one of our old books we find a way to kill Kair. A holy woman. Who is the apple of a thousand people's eyes. Who is the first queen of her kingdom. Who can kill the Kair. Her name was Liana. And after her you can kill Kair. But your life is at risk. Then the full moon rose across the sky. And as the light of the full moon falls on Arin's body and his thousands wings spread from his back.His wings covered the full moon. Arin come to his true form, an angel form.

🌙 THE REALM OF THE MOON ANGELS, ISHKA. The moon angels had always lived there lives as flower petals. It's unimaginable right? But then it gets very interesting. Each petal bloomed with it's peculiar characteristics. They had a keeper who is a messenger from the Fore Kingdom. She was known as Mother Queila. All the petals loved her because she takes very care of them right from their blooming stage until they wither entirely. Her responsibility also entailed making sure that the excalibar never left the lines gate of the earth.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.