Valkyrie Cain Novels & Stories

She gripped the bars of the cage tightly, her knuckles white, and whispered to herself, “You can fix this, Cain. You have to fix this. Please.” Valen stood in the grand hall, his towering figure silhouetted against the flickering flames of the torches that lined the walls. His eyes, a piercing emerald, blazed with a fire that matched the burning pits of anger and frustration within him. The air around him crackled with tension as he spoke, his voice a command that brooked no argument. “Unbind Irwin, Vendetta,” he said, his tone sharp and unwavering. “Stop making her struggle.”

It felt cold against my palm, a tiny piece of metal holding enough blackmail, assets, and blood-money to destabilize every syndicate from New York to Vegas. "If I hand her this," I continued, looking up into his dark eyes, "she doesn't just get the Cavallo empire back. She gets the names of every undercover federal agent, every corrupted politician, and every hidden asset belonging to the Valentis and the Romanos. She becomes entirely untouchable. She won't just lead the families; she’ll own them."

if they could be convinced to share it. Anya entered the interrogation room where Valkyrie waited, secured to a chair with supernatural restraints. The woman looked defiant, unbroken, exactly as Anya would have looked in her position. "Subject 1-A," Valkyrie said coldly. "The failure. They made us study your case... what went wrong, how you were compromised. You're legendary for all the wrong reasons." "I prefer Anya," she replied, sitting across from Valkyrie. "And I'm not here to judge you. I'm here to offer you a choice."

“I thought that Sindy Kate’s issue is over, but I guess you love that idea. You embraced that character you created because a lot of people have their sympathy in that fantasy character of yours. For bloody’s sake, Harriet. You just sold our story. I couldn’t believe I am looking at the woman I care about right now. When I thought that issue is settled, and that we could finally have a chance to be together. How could you not care about our lives, Westley? Is that the legacy you want your children to know about you? A woman who fucked herself in front of the camera, who showed her body to the viewers for a little token?” Jesus Christ, that was way more aggravating than I thought. I lifted my