Valkyrie Brunnhilde Novels & Stories

It was no wonder why she knew medicine, why she was so good at it, and why he could always see the character of a member of the Lang family from the capital city in her. It could only be explained with one possibility. This Sienna was THAT Sienna. The current abandoned daughter in Isonbert was actually the famous Goddess of War in the capital city! The divine acupuncture master, Cecily; the King of Mercenaries, Lone Shadow; and the Goddess of War, Sienna. It was all one person. It was her! Harry stroked Sienna’s brows lightly with his clean and slender fingers, seeming as if he was talking to himself as he questioned her, “Are you the person that I’ve been looking for?”

"You're welcome to come help us track, of course. It could be your first warrior experience. Although, probably best you don't come to the torture portion." "What happens during a torture?" I mindlinked him. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see that some warriors were approaching. He looked at them and then turned back to me, mindlinking me, "I get to practice my butchering skills on live mammals, with very sharp knives." I shivered. I'd never seen him look so evil before, it was almost frightening. One thing was clear—Blake Wulfric was not someone you'd ever want to cross.

No matter what she looked like, she was a Sif. But even without the most common elven traits, Thea Sif was still the most beautiful woman Lara had ever seen. And probably the most dangerous. Thea was calmly looking at Lara and waiting. Lara swallowed and, feeling the numerous pains of all her past days on horseback, reported: "He's with one of the goblin warlords. Lady Sif listened in silence The report went on and on, and then Lara concluded: “My lady, he is getting stronger and

She grabbed her hand but Sila snatched it from her hold and. SLAP! Sila’s strike echoed. “This?” Sila’s voice trembled with fury. “This is mercy compared to what you deserve.” Because she knew Liam and Declan were not like Adrian. They had their own sick ways to torture women. And Valentina deserved their sick ways. Valentina collapsed, sobbing. Klaus exhaled sharply and stepped toward Liam. “Do whatever you want,” his voice was lethal, “but if she dies, so do you. I am giving her to you as a sacrifice, a prize. Keep that in mind!” He warned him and Liam smirked. Death was never his plan.

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

I corrected myself. “Angry ghosts?” he asked. “People I killed,” I explained. “So Ylva can exorcise ghosts?” “No. But Valkyries delve half in the realm of the living and half in the realm of the dead.” “Kinda like reapers for warriors?” he thought aloud. “In a way,” I conceded. He froze for a second thinking frantically. I turned to him inquisitively. “Ylva can sense death right?” he asked me finally.

My vision blurred, my body trembling, but I couldn't look away. It was then that I heard the soft rustle of leaves. My mother, the golden wolf, moved in front of me, positioning herself as a shield. Her movements were graceful but filled with purpose. She crouched low to the ground, her muscles coiling like a spring, before she lunged forward with terrifying speed. The first rogue didn't stand a chance-she tore into its throat with savage precision. Her elegance, despite the brutality of the battle, was hypnotic. She was a force of nature, unstoppable in her fury.

Zane’s head snapped toward the sound. “So you finally decided to show yourselves.” A soft laugh echoed through the trees. Then… She stepped out. Valkyra. She wore an entirely black cloak, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders as though the darkness itself had wrapped around her. A cruel smile spread across her lips. “I was beginning to think you’d disappoint me.” Zane’s grip tightened around his sword. “Where’s my son?” “No greeting?” She pouted dramatically. “That’s rather rude.” “I asked where my son is.”

He buys slaves yearly for labor and pleasure until he buys Akira. A white slave with distinct features. I was told by my father that her features were so striking. White hair and eyes and— Suddenly, familiarity struck my imagination before I could understand. The young girl in the forest. She had white hair and eyes. She wasn't Akira, but… “Valkyrie.” I muttered, realization dawning on me like I was splashed with a cold bucket of water. The girl with those features was Valkyrie. The words kept repeating in my head like a mantra. And her father…

Lilith's breathing became uneven. Tears flooded her eyes so quickly that her vision blurred. "No!" She screamed. "No! You're lying, you always lie! Oliver isn't dead, he can't be, he can't..." Her knees suddenly gave way. She collapsed onto the cold stone floor with a cry that echoed through the dungeon. She covered her face with both hands as uncontrollable sobs tore through her body. "No..." "No..." "Oliver..." Her voice dissolved into broken cries. "My Alpha..." "Our baby..."