Valkyrie Angels Novels & Stories

A relaxed smile finally appeared on Makhaylus' face, and he drifted into deep sleep. Lysander remained by his side and pulled out the golden holy emblem hanging on his chest. Beneath it was a crystal pendant. Inside it was a photo of a woman charging forward with a blazing white sword in her hands. Arya Fleury, the Battle Angel, head of the 12 Angels and the Spear of Light of Lomuia Grand Cathedral. As the Cathedral's number one angel, she had never known defeat. Rumors said that Arya was a true angel reborn. Her beauty was breathtaking, as if a real angel had descended, and her holy power rivaled that of a god.

Angel could feel the eyes of every pack member turning to her, and yet she could not stop the words from tumbling out, "Layon, do it for us!" Do it! Her wolf seemed to howl and as if Layon heard her, his eyes opened wide. Their gazes met across the field and Angel's head suddenly began to spin, feeling as though she might be looking into his eyes for the very last time. She felt as if she were being drained, as though somebody had opened a vein and was allowing her to bleed out, yet it was not for nothing.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

"They’ve come to 'Format' the drive." The lead Angel stepped forward, its face a blank, featureless mask of white light. **[ATTENTION ASSETS: TOTAL SYSTEM WIPE INITIATED.]** **[REASON: UNRECOVERABLE LOGIC ERROR.]** **[PREPARE FOR DELETION.]** "Rowan, there are too many of them!" I shouted. The Angels raised their swords. Behind them, I saw the "Alpha of the North," Valerius, kneeling. He wasn't a commander anymore. He was a "Subject," his eyes hollowed out, his body being used as a battery to power the Angels.

"Multiple contacts! Fifty... no, a hundred! They're moving too fast for standard propulsion!" Silver streaks painted the sky. They weren't missiles. They were drones. But not the cheap, plastic quadcopters the Council used for surveillance. These were "Valkyrie" models—sleek, chrome-plated killers with swept-forward wings and engines that burned with a clean, white flame. They didn't attack us. They swarmed beneath the falling bombardment rounds. The Fenrir's Fang fired its first volley—massive tungsten rods designed to punch through bunkers.

Valerie's left eye glowed bright blue, and Angela's right eye did the same. “As the Herald of Truth, I have seen no good amongst the people of Merigold. All you have done is cause pain and suffering to the innocent; you have told and believed lies against the goddess and will suffer for it,” Valerie said with a blank expression. “As the Herald of Fate, I have seen that you all do not deserve the gifts bestowed upon you by the goddess. Your lives are hereby rendered meaningless before her eyes, and so you shall be eradicated,” Angela said.

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

Vanora was still at her peak performance, while the angels lacked talent and experience. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the pair encountered their largest fight. Five angels hovered in the sky, above the hell beings that Vanora recognised as the ones that got sent away by Vlad. However, every one of them were now glowing white. The two angels that bore weapons and wore colder expressions dominated the fight. The one with a gold lance fought perfectly in sync with the one with a bow. White sparkling arrows that disappeared upon impact rained on the hell beings, causing more chaos among them. Vanora instinctively knew that these two were of a different caliber from all the other angels s

Yes, there's no way all of that could be experienced without them, Lily stared as everyone started to pack up "I don't want to go home" Lily squeaked. “Where the heck are we? And how did we get here but I don’t want back home?” There was an ache in her shoulder from the immense pleasure that coursed through hers, but she realized the sun was almost setting. Riri comes in front of her before she jokes. “Me neither, I only use it to protect my identity while hiding from my enemies. My real name is Valerie, and I'm an angel-” Ignoring the startled laugh from her uncle, she quickly swept his uncle's gaze, took out and handed him a bunch of dry leaves near the tree where his uncle was standing. "

“Dear, sweet, Isolde, from the moment you hear my voice you will obey my command. You will surrender yourself and confess to killing everyone you’re accused of killing. You will plead your guilt to every crime listed against you. You will not fight, you will not argue, this will be all.” As the recording ends, I feel something snap in my brain, like a trapdoor snapping shut on me. I feel my senses dulling, my magic dimming and a sensation of my body shutting down on me. “What the fuck was that?” Valeria asks; fury and worry echoing through to me. Out the corner of my eye, I see every angelite crystal around the place lighting up like Bastille Day. Valeria is up on her feet, her body now on f