Valkyrie Crusade Novelas e Histórias

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

I grumbled in my mind, watching her take her time. “Damn old age!” She cursed playfully. I chuckled at her joke as she settled in properly before she began. “The moon goddess, Iris, and her brother Valkyrie have been at war over who will take over as the ruler of the universe. Valkyrie, the god of the sun has always wanted to be in charge of the moon and every other element of the sky, and to do that, he has hunted for the crescent pendant for years and generations after generations,” She paused, drawing close, an ancient book.

Victoria wore obsidian scale armor that gleamed like wet blood, a short curved blade at her hip, and a cloak the color of fresh night. They joined the garrison at dusk—two hundred Valrosian soldiers in black and crimson, silent and disciplined. Raven rode behind Victoria on the same black stallion, arms around the vampire princess’s waist, the new book and her father’s tome secure in her satchel. The battlefield waited on the eastern frontier: a scorched valley where demonkin warbands had pushed through the border wards. The air stank of sulfur and burning flesh before the first horn sounded. The fight came fast and brutal.

The woman stood forward proudly. "This is Sonja. She is the oldest member of my elite Valkyrie. A group of highly trained women who serve directly beneath me. She was the one who made me realize that to win this war, I will need women like you to fight for me." Sonja looked straight ahead of her. She knew I would use her story to move the masses.

Xander took a seat at the table, nodded to let Kord know he was listening. Taryk and I took our seats as well. "Recording," Atlas said. Lukas' eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched my brother. A goofy looking smile flirted with his mouth. "Valkyrie began as death maidens in service to an ancient Earth religion system's god. They were the ones to travel a battlefield and select which ones got to go to Valhalla. Essentially a party palace where they get to fight, drink, and gorge themselves until the god's doomsday appears. Then they're expected to help fight with the god to destroy the bad guys."

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

He was recruiting for Valkyries intensely. One day, Thomas was teaching fresh newborns and old recruits about vampire history, Keres, Valkyries, and the like. “Valkyries are Valkyries because they don’t kill for themselves. Find something to believe in, something bigger than yourself. You might have a chance at being one. Without a diety or higher power to be devoted to, a Valkyrie can’t exist.” “Queen Luna is our higher power?” one of the vampires asked.

She felt like it was more than wolf indicts. The following night, Vivienne had gotten a dream that made her question her reality. In her dream, a valley stretched before her. It was so vast and broken. It’s ground was uneven and soaked in darkness. The sky above it churned violently, clouds twisting like living things, heavy with storm and fury. Lightning tore across the heavens, illuminating the chaos below in sharp flashes that revealed a battlefield unlike anything she had ever imagined. Creatures filled the valley.

I gasped as I felt the tip of him at my entrance and cried out as he impaled me with a hard thrust that made him sink balls deep into me. “Fuck! Adaira.” He groaned against my neck and paused for a few seconds as his chest heaved. That was the only reprieve I got before he began to move. All I could do was hold on for dear life, gripping the wood of the bedside drawer so hard that it cracked. As we fucked, Gavrael let me into his mind. He began to show me the memory of his fight with the Grenshaw pack. I tried to shake my head to get the images out of my mind but I couldn’t escape from them. I could see the Grenshaw pack warriors fighting against the rogues, see their Alpha try to take down