Valkyrie Braids Novels & Stories

******* An hour later, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. The stylists had braided my hair, but it wasn’t a normal braid. They’d divided it into sections, weaving and twisting until the strands spiraled together like ropes of gold and ash. Tiny, clear bands held the pattern in place, while more hair was French-braided around my head. The final braid curved like a crown, framing my face. It had taken all four stylists—and Kiara holding part of my hair at one point—to complete it. It hurt. It pulled. But the end result was hypnotic. The different tones in my hair caught the light, turning it into something alive.

My makeup was kept minimal with an eyeliner, mascara, and glossy nude lipstick. I looked like myself but a little polished, still giving the natural glow. “ Good Job, Val. You are quite good at this,“ I applauded her for the good work done. “ Your turn.” I helped Val fix her hair pulling it up in elegant Dutch crown braids leaving small curls at both sides of her face. Her makeup was light but with a little blush at both sides of her cheeks, She looked like a doll … “ oh, Val, you are gorgeous. It’s too bad you are mated to Casey. You would have had men all around you begging for your attention.“

She said, and I took a deeper breath than I should have, forcing myself to calm down at the sight of the menace who stood in front of me. I looked at her wrists. The bruises were fresh. Rope marks, and whoever had tied her had wanted to hurt her, not restrain her. “Who did that?” Her eyes flicked down for half a second. “Does it matter?” “Yes.” “Why?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Because every mark on her skin made my wolf want blood. Because the bond was already turning insult into offense, offense into threat, and threat into death. Because if I stayed in this room any longer I would do something I could not undo.

She's ready to make some men hard tonight and in return she’ll go home with a bunch of cash for her family, especially for her sick mother. She grabbed her robe and went out of the dressing room. “Girl, those hungry, ugly men are waiting for you. They kept on calling your name while Kat was on stage. I can’t imagine how annoyed she was!” Margaux giggled as she ushered Brianna to the backstage. She’s next to perform after Kat and the last one to dance for tonight. Valkyrie is a high-end, VIP membership-only club. Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their

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

he murmured, watching a nine-figure sum transfer to an anonymous, encrypted account. And in a secure, cavernous hangar deep beneath the tower, Katherine made the final, delicate adjustments to the Valkyrie drones herself, personally loading their payloads of custom-designed, magically-attuned "shield-breaker" ordnance. She ran a gloved hand along the cold, sleek fuselage of Valkyrie One, a silent communion between creator and her beautiful, deadly creation. The team was a single, perfectly calibrated weapon, poised to strike at the heart of their enemy.

Kael held the door and they moved out into the dark toward Elder Lysara's chambers without another word, and Zara watched them go with the hybrid's dragging feet leaving two pale lines in the dirt. She turned back to the room. Valkyrie had shifted back and was standing in the wreckage in a borrowed shirt, rotating her shoulder with a focused expression that suggested it hurt considerably more than she was acknowledging. "The last one," Zara said. "The one we brought to Lysara before. It was strong." "Yes," Valkyrie said. "This one was ten times stronger." "Yes." "That's a pattern." Valkyrie looked at her. "What are you thinking?"

Valerie was stunning! Valerie's fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders in luscious waves, framing a face that could have graced the cover of any magazine. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth and intelligence, holding a depth that spoke of a life fully lived. Even in a simple blouse and jeans, Valerie exuded an effortless grace and beauty that left Riley feeling plain and unremarkable in comparison.

˙❥ My scalp throbbed with heat, the pain shooting through my neck to my spine. “Please, I pro—I promise!” My palm gripped her wrist. But not too tight to rip it off my hair, and just enough to rile her more. “How about I reduce your curse and just rip these hairs out?!” Noura said, her face twisted in anger. Her nose brushed my neck and I could feel the hot breath escaping from her nose. “Don't let me say more than this, Valkyrie.” My name drooled out of her lips like a threat—cold, thick, and heavy. She pushed me so hard I felt the walls shake at the impact.

Then I decide to style the up section into a braided crown. Once I am done with my hair, I put on the special underwear that Valerie got for me, along with the garter belt. I open a mind link with Valerie, “Val, I honestly hope that you and Haley are getting ready, I am about to do my make up,” I tell her, “Yes, Jo, we are almost done with our makeup” she replies. I close the link and sigh.