Valkyrie Brunnhilde Novels & Stories

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.

A thud followed the action, signifying that Sin had run head-first into the door with the force of a battering ram. "There's a dagger in the right side pedestal. Take it," Victor ordered and there was something sexy about him taking charge like that. "I don't even know how to use a dagger," I whisper-yelled but I still went in search of it—it was easy to find considering it was the only thing in the draw. "Just swing and don't miss—" "Don't hurt my brother," Saint yelled, cutting off Victor. "He'll heal," Victor snapped, "and she won't if anything happens to her."

When I turned around to look where she had gone, I found her bowing at the waist. "Where you go, we will follow. We are yours to command and send to our deaths. The Valkyrie was created in your name and will die with that honor," Sonja stood and I saw the determination within her face. Her eyes hard and her lips thin. "There is no one we wish to obey more than the Killer Queen and her daughter, the heir and coming Witch Queen."

Then silence. “Go on,” I said. Ash cleared his throat and began reading aloud. “Wanted: Kaliah of the fallen Silver Moon bloodline. Blind. Dangerous. A threat to order. Reward: 50,000 credits—alive. 25,000—dead. By decree of Alpha Axel.” I let the silence sit for a moment before I muttered, “Idiot.” He really thought he was that important? But underneath the anger was something colder. Realer. He didn’t want to bring me back anymore.

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.

My blood boiled as I tried to keep Kato in but the rage vibrating within was making it almost impossible. “My decision is final.” With that, she spared all of us a one-minute look before walking out. My chest heaved up and down, becoming almost impossible to keep Kato from defending me against my mother. “Sage” Axel tried to reach out and stop me from transforming but it was too late. Claus and Damien tried to step in but I didn’t spare them a second before running off my anger dissolving as I ran into the woods my feelings running haywire. Memories of Veronica snapped into my head as I ran further into the woods wanting to cool off but it only hurt as much as it did years back.

Valeria smiled. “Ever heard of the Valkyries?” she asked. “Of course, everyone knows about them. They are very powerful; they have helped with a lot of wars, and they are fierce slayers. I heard the Valkyries and Vladimir are in a battle; apparently there was a war Vladimir was supposed to help with, but the Valkyries sisters got involved and won. Now, Vladimir is searching for them, but no one knows who they are or what they are or where they are; they are like ghosts. Seen only when they want to be seen,” Egan said.

Long before the Prowler had even been an idea I'd been using a Valkyrie in battles, slaying enemies with all types of heavy weapons. The Valkyrie was a marvel of German engineering, built for firepower instead of stealth. The mech's armour was far thicker than the mech itself, designed to buckle under impact without damaging the electronics inside. In design, where the Prowler was conservative and the Exodus was decadent, the Valkyrie fell somewhere in the middle, earning it the same cautious respect as Axion's Goliath mechs. The Valkyrie's unguligrade legs were built to keep the mech balanced under heavy fire, sloping backwards at the knee joint and ending in two massive, hoof-like feet.

She better get used to it—with Kaia, Zoe, Summer, and Zoe’s warriors, the she-wolf energy in this group could power a nation. While Mom and Mist start sketching a strategy, Gondul turns to another Valkyrie. “Find Selene, Thor, and Hecate. We need them now. Go!” The Valkyrie doesn’t respond. She just whistles, and one of those stunning white horses bursts from the trees. She swings onto its back, kicks her heels, and is airborne—lightning cracking in her wake.

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.