Valkyrie Braids Novels & Stories

I think about this again as I pull on the wool socks and my modified shoes. The last thing that I do before leaving the chamber is to plait my hair in two small three-strand braids on the sides and a large five-strand braid between them. Valo taught me how to do this and I like it. When I lived down south, even more after I went to live with my father, I could only do a single three-strand braid. Anything else and I might be accused of being Heathen or part of the Dragon Cult.

A knock on the door makes me look up. “Morning. Can I come in?” King Vilkas is smiling at me as Cyra looks at him when she turns back to the mirror. “Morning, come in. I’m just doing her hair.” I tell him as I go back to parting her hair and add product as I tilt her head back and begin to braid it. Once I have braided two braids in her hair, I add little ribbons over the hair ties and a quick spritz to secure. Then she jumps down and twirls, looking at her hair in the mirror.

I then lay it on the bed as I pick up the dress. I slip it on and then pick up the towel once more; I turn and sit on the bed and dry my hair. Once it is reasonably dry, I run my fingers through it like a brush and then quickly braid it. I snap my eyes to where Valentino sits as he growls, "Leave it down!" "No... It gets in my way..." He growls again as he stands, making his way over to where I am sitting. He stops in front of me and then says,

he said as he started it up. “You suck,” I said, but he was apparently ignoring me. “Valkyries have cat-like reflexes, and their emotions are directly tied to lightning. They can also make a shrieking noise that can easily deafen anyone’s eardrums,” Zander said as we pulled away from the sub shop.

Secretly, I too felt like a fairy. The girls wore their own little fairy dresses. Vera wore fairy wings with shades of pink and green lights. Patti wore ones with blue and purples sparkles. I braided little soft, little white blossoms into each of their hair. I styled Patti’s inky curls into a simple, loose braid. Fast and ready for play…like Patti. Vera’s was, of course, a crown braid. Elegant and graceful. Fit for a little princess…like Vera likes to be seen as.

She nodded and quickly got to work, placing my white hair into two simple braids, that slightly protruded out of the top of my head. "If you braid the strands under each other instead of over, then you get a sort of 3D effect." She chuckled securing the hair elastic to the second plait after completing it. "Are you ready to go and change the world?" She asked me, placing her hands on my shoulders and looking at me in the mirror that was facing me.

We had facials, our nails, massages, and even had my hair done in a beautiful braided up-do. “The stylist said this is how dragon shifters do their hair like this for a mating ceremony,” Willa pulled on the small side braids, now covered with beads. She had me put on an ivory-colored dress with blue flowers around the bodice. The capped sleeves made me even look smaller if that were possible and tiny silver chains hung on the front of the dress moved as I walked. Much more simple and more my taste. “The way they braid their hair reminds me of Vikings from Earth and the stories,” the stylist continued to work on the other side of my head with more side braids. “Do you miss it?”

She leaned forward, touching one of her hands to my purple strands, then said in a reverent whisper: - Rathar. It can't be, Irina. You were accepted by the magic of the dead Rathar. But why? I do not understand. She looked me over carefully from head to toe, and then ordered: - Come on, throw your braid from behind your back to your shoulder. (I obediently complied with the request, not understanding what, in fact, was the matter.) Incredible! - I heard admiration in Varla's voice. I decided to look at my scythe to understand what caused such a strange reaction. And I saw: the tips, about ten centimeters, were painted red. Red! Yokarny to eat, but now I look like a decorated peacock! Wow, ti

When I was around humans, I wore my hair down, to cover my valkyrie ears. I was shorter and slimmer than the other Valkyries and, because of my status as a general, other Valkyries challenged me a lot to win my rank; the others thought that defeating me would be an easy way to climb in rank, but I used that to my advantage, what they underestimated would become their downfall. My entire Valkyrie team was unique to the others, I designed my team for stealth; we were all masters of martial arts and weapons, but our small builds were perfect for reconnaissance and assassination.

Valkyrie I never thought a week could pass in the blink of an eye. The anticipation, the preparations, the endless discussions about every little detail—it all led to this moment. I looked every bit the Luna I was destined to be. My hair was woven with delicate pearls, cascading in loose waves down my back, a silver circlet resting against my forehead. The dress, a masterpiece of ivory and silver, hugged my form before flowing into a soft cascade of silk. It was regal, breathtaking… and unbearably heavy. Not just in weight, but in what it symbolized.