Valkyrie Brunnhilde Novels & Stories

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

His eyes roamed up and down her form taking in the transformation. Gone was the torn, rough woolen dress, the muddy streaked face and the bloodied hands. In their place stood a Valkyrie, as tall as his own mate with skin just as pale but lacking Liv's freckles. Her hair was ice blonde, and with her braids removed, it fell past her shoulders in silky waves. She was wearing black leggings and, ironically, one of Liv's long fleecy shirts that read 'Warrior Princess' in floral script across the front. It was one of his mate's favorites. Her long feet were covered in fuzzy pink socks to match the shirt. The women stopped moving when they saw him. Liv shook off the surprise first. "I didn't expect

“Yup. So did Karma.” “I mean,” he chuckled. “If anyone was going to get into some shady shit, it was Karma. If we’d had to place bets, I’d have said Karma ended up being an assassin.” “Not too far from the truth, she is my Sergeant at Arms as well as my second,” I laughed. “So how did the Valkyrie happen? How…just how are you where and who you are?” I smirked.

"She awakened your vanity… and your hunger." With a gesture, Valkyria summoned three women. All adults, dressed in white, eyes lowered, aware of the role they would play that night. The air shifted. Ancient power awakened. "Three," Valkyria explained softly. "One for strength, one for youth… and one to seal the rebirth." Vlad hesitated only a second. Pride, desire, nostalgia for himself, all mixed together. Then he did it, and on the third, the world seemed to explode inside him.

I asked "Well from what I understand its when you die in battle, the Valkyrie are women who wear beautiful armour riding winged horses will carry her from the battle field and take her to Odin the all father and they will dine in a hall made of gold and drink ale from curved horns and feast of succulent meats and she will be surrounded by all the great warriors of all time" Mary said with excitement in her eyes "And what do you believe?" I asked "I would like to believe my nan's beliefs are true, I truly do but to have her beliefs wouldn't I need to turn my back on the moon goddess?" Mary answered in the dorm of a question

The mist from the amethyst formed a protective circle around me – I was electric panic, reaching for my sword, but I could not see through the amethyst as suddenly, it took the shape of a woman – A Valkyrie. "Don't let your foul hands sully my girlfriend!" came a familiar voice, as close as my own heart, as Yolanda, somehow from the grave of death, had risen. She was seven feet tall, with wings and a horned helmet and battle dress, spear on her hands as she stabbed Eleleth through the heart. "For the honor of Freida!" Yolanda – was I mad? – cried, rending Eleleth open to bleed albino butterflies. He smelled of mold and mildew.

A violent pulse rippled through the cavern. A tremor of pure, undiluted power. "Alpha! What was that?!" Gamma Finn shot into the cavern, warriors trailing behind him, their weapons drawn. "I don’t know!" I barked, tension coiling in my gut. "Stay alert!" Then, all at once, the answer revealed itself. At the center of the cavern, Valkyrie stood—glowing, trembling, alive with something beyond comprehension. Golden light pulsed from her in waves, her violet eyes burning like twin flames against the darkness. The mark on her skin shimmered, shifting, alive.

I saw a dark wolf jump toward me and I immediately stabbed the sword in his stomach before he finally grabbed me and it turned to ashes. I saw a dark witch approaching me. She was riding on the flying broom. You know those ugly witches riding on the flying broom in the movies. That's how the dark witch is but the white witches are beautiful and look young. She throws potions, which I immediately avoid and there is an explosion in the areas where the potions she throws landed. I immediately teleported to the back and stabbed her before she could face me. I saw a bunch of dark vampires coming toward me. They quickly surrounded me. I immediately threw my sword at them. My sword rotated like a

I’m hiding behind a tree, watching them all pass and trying to catch the path of the scent again. And this time, I notice something strange. Something moving on the fallen leaves. A pair of feet, followed by patches of visible legs and face. I see the distinct different colored eyes and hair, slowly coming into full view as Valeria. That’s why no one saw her. She was under an invisibility spell. She’s panicking behind a tree, looking at Gamma Vincent approaching. I can’t take it anymore. I can feel her fear and I want to help her. “Keep quiet,” I whisper.

Along with the previous Alpha, Huxley, I had to hunt down and put an end to the tyranny of all his followers so I could take on the role of Alpha of the rogues with less of a hassle. I opened a mind link with my chosen beta, "Sorry, I was momentarily distracted." She rolled her seafoam blue eyes and tossed her straight-as-a-pin sandy blonde hair over her sharp shoulder—she was feisty and a formidable warrior, it was why I had chosen her, "Yeah, I noticed big man. Always running after the ladies aren't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me, "I thought you had a thing for witches, but I see humans can't resist your silent, brooding charms as well."