Valkyrie Angels Novels & Stories

The WORLD is full of Love and Hate. Only people with Courage choose to Love since it requires wearing your heart on sleeves and not many people can do that. —Mehak Gupta *plays The Nights by Avicii* AUTHOR'S POV: An Overview about Foundation When humans use words like Angels and Demons, Good and Evil, they don't realize how close these things existed near them. It's not just the not-so-human beings but also the worlds where these kinds existed. Most of the people categorized Angels and Demons to be living in Heaven and Hell with the predefined characteristics of pure and taint respectively which wasn't even ten percent correct. Heaven and hell were the places where a person's soul would be t

“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.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"