Valkyrie Black Novels & Stories

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

A second later, his eyes nearly budged out of their sockets. Written neatly beneath White Viper was a single name that caused the gears in his mind to spin. Valkyrie.

That was my primary concern. I relaxed my shoulders and felt my wings spring free like a switchblade, sighing I stretched them, letting the tension work their way out. My wings had black and red feathers, and unlike a bird's feather which were soft, and gentle a Valkyrie’s feathers were hard and sharp, able to slice through bone when needed.

"Alpha authority—I command you to evacuate the ceremonial grounds now!" But it's too late. The ground beneath the ceremonial circle explodes upward. Shadow magic erupts like a geyser, carrying with it the stench of ancient hunger and endless darkness. The fifth summoning circle—directly beneath where they're all standing—activates with catastrophic force. And through the shadow, Hope sees Valeria Blackwood for the first time. She's young—nineteen, as Vincent said. Beautiful in a terrible way, with shadow magic literally bleeding from her eyes. She's standing in the center of the erupting circle, Derek beside her, both of them chanting in a language that predates civilization.

“He didn’t even retaliate. He’s just… waiting. Letting me move first. Like I’m a child playing chess with the devil.” Her voice trembled—but her face didn’t. She stood, walked over to the black coin sitting on the mantle—the one the Widowmaker returned after Viktor handed it to her. Valeria stared at it. The symbol of death. Bain Blackwood’s mark. She let out a shaky breath. “I’m not afraid of you.” But her pulse said otherwise.

“I gave you a simple assignment! Very simple! You had her with you, all you needed to do was get me the damn pendant and break me free from these years of bondage. But what did you do? You failed!? It growled, hot flames escaping him and he breathed those words. Iris was right! Valkyrie possesses people and manipulates them to do his bidding. He fed on Aemond’s secret desires and now, Aemond must do everything he said or be sucked up in oblivion like the ones before him. “I…I swear I have everything managed,” he faltered, kneeling before Valkyrie. “You only need to grant me a bit more time. It would be all yours.” I wasted no time in stepping forward. “Hey! Over here you dumb thing!” I screa

Zane’s head snapped toward the sound. “So you finally decided to show yourselves.” A soft laugh echoed through the trees. Then… She stepped out. Valkyra. She wore an entirely black cloak, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders as though the darkness itself had wrapped around her. A cruel smile spread across her lips. “I was beginning to think you’d disappoint me.” Zane’s grip tightened around his sword. “Where’s my son?” “No greeting?” She pouted dramatically. “That’s rather rude.” “I asked where my son is.”

"Get in. She doesn't like waiting." Arianna struggled to suppress her disdain for Selene. After all, the head maid was only following orders, after all. Taking a deep breath, Arianna pushed the door open, and her eyes settled on the elegant, tall figure inside. The maids were busy dressing her, as if she had just taken a bath. The young woman moved with such grace that Arianna wondered who she was. But when she caught a glimpse of her face, she immediately recognized her. Valkyrie. The only daughter of Alpha Magnus, the leader of the Black Iron pack, and more importantly, she was rumored to be the Lycan King's betrothed.

Then, in a moment she felt an excruciating pain in her flesh. I got badly wounded! Cybele whispered in her mind as she gaze blood on her hand. She heard him shouting her name, but her senses were slowly fading away. " Tyr..." she faintly whispered. " No...no...!" Tyr's voice was shaking as when hen he gazed at her beloved dying. Valkash's bone sword is a weapon that could kill a deity, and it was so tragic that Cybele got struck by it. A little...I can still hold on a little... I can do this! Tyr whispered to himself.

She laughed. Blackwater Val, Richard’s mind echoed. Once you’re from the Val, son, you’re always from the Val. Didn’t you know that? He blinked the thought away. “You can never return here,” she was saying, rising from the table, “or speak of this to anyone. Tell no one what we’ve done tonight, eh?” The witch led them toward the door. “Do not come back to this house for any reason, no matter the outcome. Not ever, do you understand?”