Valkyrie Angels Novels & Stories

It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year. But Lucifer had a mission which had never been successful since his rule, rather, since his existence. The mission was to extract the forged excalibar from the lines gate of earth. The excalibar would give him divine dominion to rule over all the Earth's realm and beyond. But the white angels from the moon realm, Ishka would never allow his minions to get hold of the excalibar. Even Lacian with his pack had been sent, several times. They ravaged all the corners of earth, yet there was no sight of it. Maybe they weren't committed enough. One fateful day, Ichabod summoned his legion of angels

"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.

“All good sluts do.” She listened as the conversation continued, shoving two fingers into her pussy and fucking herself as they talked about her as if she weren’t even there. Or as if she was some object they admired. Her breathing grew quicker as the fire burned within her, her honey dripping over her fingers to coat her thighs and most likely the seat. “I hear that,” the kid said as he tapped the window. Finally, the light turned green. “Have a good night, boys,” Damien said with a quick wave, just as Valerie felt her orgasm hit. She screamed, arching her back, which pushed her tits out even more.

Sharp blue eyes and lips as red as a cherry. “You have great taste.” I shrugged. “So you are?” “Skye.” I stretched forth my arms in a handshake, “Val—” “Valkyrie Nightborn.” He finished. I stared at Azira who raised her hands innocently. “Everyone knows you. Alpha Ryker's slave and the white…witchy.” My lips flew open. Then my eyes. Azira nudged his arm. “So sorry, mi lady.” He bowed dramatically grinning from ear to ear like he'd just said a midnight joke.

My breath caught instantly. His ginger hair glowed copper beneath the burning light, messy and damp with rain and ash. The hood of his black cloak had fallen back slightly, shadows cutting sharply across his face. Thick black slime dripped slowly from the knife in his hand, sliding down the dark fabric of his sleeve like ink. For a second, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just stood there like something unreal, his chest rising slowly. Mysterious, terrifying, beautiful eyes fixed on me through the smoke. His face identical to that of an angel’s worn by something far too dangerous to ever be called holy.

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.”

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

You’er Father was one of the Fallen’ Sensing my confusion she decides to explain. ‘The Fallen are the group of angels that left heaven, not wanting to be controlled or restricted by the laws of God. Vic as he goes by, fell in love with your mother and had you. When you were born, your father knew he had to protect you, not only from the other Fallen but other wolves and humans. When I say you are special Lizzy, you really are’ I sit up actually intrigued now.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.