Valkyrie Braids Novels & Stories

“Thanks, Jer. I love you too.” After that, I went back to the Moondew tree to pay my final respects. That was where Valerie found me. She came quiety, standing next to me without so much as a word. I could feel her heartbeat rise and fall, a clear indication of nerves. Seconds later, I was in her arms, pulled into a hug that lasted longer than expected. Finally, she stepped back and tied a soft piece of green velvet around my braid. “This is a focus charm,” she said. “Woven with calm and clarity. You’ll need both when everyone’s screaming your name, whether in love or hate.”

I stared at them as they strode out, matching high heel stilettos hung from one finger on each girls hand as they chatted. Vicky had straightened her wavy hair and it hung freely about her shoulders and down between her breasts. I knew she had long hair, but I hadn't realized how long it was when straight. Tori had opted for braiding her long straight hair and had pulled it over her shoulder, letting the thick braid of hair hang between her breasts.

Amanda’s expression didn’t change, but she reached up slowly, untying the ribbon from her hair. The long single braid fell free, heavy and sleek, brushing against the back of her legs. She moved forward and swayed her head once. The braid shifted before her and Henry immediately noticed a blade at its tip. Valen took two steps back and his smile faded, replaced by wariness. “You’re really doing this,” he murmured. Amanda’s voice was calm, deadly. “You wanted to show him. Let’s show him.” She moved with defiance, her braid slicing through the air toward Valen like a serpent. He dodged, barely. The blade missed his face by inches, embedding itself for a moment in a wooden pillar before snappin

As she closed her eyes and held both men’s heads securely to her breasts, she gave silent thanks to the witch. With a unity of movement that surprised her, Valkyr removed his hand from between her thighs while he and Jeremiah lifted her body into the air; their mouths never leaving her breasts. Her eyes grew wide with surprise and she gasped at the sensation of being lowered onto Victor’s hardened manhood. When and how he’d managed to position himself on the desk to receive her was a mystery.

Her eyes, even from across the room, seemed to find Leo’s and hold them. Scarlet followed, a flame-haired Valkyrie. Where Jade was liquid, Scarlet was fire, sharp, defined muscle under alabaster skin dusted with freckles. A harness of red leather held her heavy breasts, and a matching thong disappeared into the lush copper curls at her apex. She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp.

With shaky breath, Nadia parted her lips to take it in. Meanwhile, Valkyrie stared at her reflection, having her new personal maid fix her outfit. She was wearing a fine long red velvet gown that flowed behind her. Her jewelry was beautiful and her long hair was styled with crystal stone adorning it. Magnus stepped in to check her attire, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. "Radiant," he mumbled, walking to stand before her. "You're a stunning future Grand Luna." "Is she really dead?" Valkyrie asked queitly, meeting his gaze through the mirror. "We haven't heard any word from the Sacred Moon wing neither have you heard from the people you sent?"

Valentina said, and I laughed. "I'm sure this is not the greatest benefit," I replied. "Well no, of course not. Magic would be it, but I think I have a great potential to become a hairstylist too," she joked. I looked in the mirror and gasped. "Oh my god, you are right. You are very good at braiding! This is so cool!" I gushed and touched my thick braid resting on my side. She even weaved some flowers in it. "You look like a princess," Valentina said.

Bree reached out as well, duplicating the action as well as the response. The two women were a study in contrasts, with Bree having skin as pale as Valerie's was dark. Her long, flowing red locks were the opposite of the no nonsense, scalp hugging hairstyle that the older woman preferred. Both had figures that others found desirable, even if Bree's bust was only half that of her friend's. Even the hair on mounds visible through the translucent panties they both wore differed, in that Bree's was as wild and free as the hair on her head, while Valerie's was trimmed so severely as to be totally bare.

he said while snorting and pointed his sword at Val. “No. You are Vanjoss! Can’t you remember me? It’s me, Valkyrie!” Val shouted and felt strange when she uttered her name. The name she buried along with the memories of Vanjoss. When he died protecting her, she lost herself. It’s like part of her was dead. With the help of her sisters, she slowly returns to her old self, but she has to forget all the memories with Vanjoss for her to keep on living like she promised to him. And that included her name. She didn’t let anyone call her Valkyrie, not even her sister and mother, except Vanjoss. Because she will just remember those horrible memories.

Slowly, Viper went back to what he was doing. When he finished, he looked over to find his mate doing something to the child's hair. It puzzled Viper initially. He watched until she was finished and discovered they were braids like his own, only done differently. The technique she used was not the one he did. Viper had not realized she was capable of doing them and made a mental note to ask his little mate to do his some time.