Valkyrie Book Novels & Stories

“Kyrian grabbed both of Ira’s wrists with one hand and pressed her hands tightly to the floor above her head. With his other hand, he roughly tore the neck of the white shirt, leaving deep scratches on the girl’s skin. The brown-haired man licked a drop of blood from her shoulder, then took a loud, drawn-out breath. -Your blood smells so wonderful... Sharp fangs pierced the tender neck. Ira screamed... Valya gathered all her strength and will. She had not used the other side of her abilities for many years. She liked saving lives much more than taking them. But she still knew something. Having ordered Ilyana to hide in the far hall, she prepared for the attack.

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

I thought they would scramble to retrieve it so I kick the guns out of the way, but the men just let out screams and start to scramble out of the little cottage, not even remembering the money. The white wolf turns around, very slowly still, and the moment I look into its eyes, I realize that it’s Valeria. And she’s growling, her eyes shining with nothing but pure anger and hate. I can almost feel the levels of chaos emanating from her, moving in the air in waves. I can feel it getting to me too, urging me to finish what I started here. She slowly approaches, her mouth pulled back into a snarl and revealing her razor sharp teeth.

I closed my eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over me, feeling as though I was being embraced by something far greater than myself. At that moment, I felt a connection deep within me, a stirring in my soul, as if the divine presence above was reaching out to me, calling out to my wolf, to the very core of who I was. “Valkyrie Behati, I finally have the chance to talk to you.” To be continued…

She cursed, rubbing her forehead again. Apparently, Valkyrie had gone clubbing the previous night and had the famous wolf alcohol which was highly prohibited for anyone with a strong wolf. Even a sip wasn't even allowed. Valkyrie had a very strong wolf and she ended up drinking three bottles of wolf Alcohol. I watched as she tossed and turned every now and then before she sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Why are you here?” She asked without looking at me and I bit my lower lip. “To apologize.” I said, watching her for any reaction. She gave nothing out and just replied, “Your apology isn't needed, just go and do the right thing.”

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

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.

The most powerful alpha in Eldorath wanted to keep me, a weak substitute who brought nothing but lies and complications. “Why?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. My voice sounded small in the grand hall. “Why do you want to keep me?” Valerian leaned back slightly and regarded me with those stormy gray eyes. He did not smile. He never seemed to. “Because I do not undo what has already been done.” The answer landed like a stone in still water. No warmth. No explanation. Just cold finality. I swallowed hard and looked down at my hands. Of course. This was about duty and the sacred bond, not about me. Nothing had ever been about me.

When he was about to leave, Valkyrie reappeared at his side, this time accompanied by a woman with a confident smile, who watched him with desire. “Vlad, a little gift for you before you go,” Valkyrie said. “Valkyrie…” he murmured, surprised and irritated at the same time. “Oh, come on,” she continued with a provocative smile. “She wants it, and you need it. Not feeding properly leaves you like this, aging. Have sex with her… and take her blood.” Mark remained calm. A faint smile curved his lips. “You never miss an opportunity, do you?” At first, Mark tried to manipulate the situation, but Valkyrie’s persistence and boldness were hard to ignore. With a light sigh, he decided to give in, movi