Valkyrie Mythology Novels & Stories

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

But he had no problem with it, considering that the plan he had just written down on a piece of paper was an ultimate secret creation he'll ever create from the people on the empire 'The very reason why a person was created but also the very reason a person will face ashes. This was the very meaning of Helvitta which will be the ultimate creation I'll create' He thought as he put down the piece of paper inside his secret drawer and was about to walk to his room but when he was about to stand from his seat a sudden figure came inside his room through the secret place. Through the secret place - where the only place that the shadow knights knew when entering the emperor's office only with urge

“I don’t know how true it is, but I heard a rumor some time ago before you were born that the Valkyries weren’t just the protectors of our houses. There were a handful of them that guarded something much more powerful.” “I’ve never heard of that.” I say, thoughtful. Our father told me much about our history while I studied. A pertinent information like that, I doubted that he would fail to relay that fact.” “The fact is, Valkyries are always bound to secrets. None of us were aware of what went on in that house and Victor has always dealt with their members on his own. But there was a time when the Michaelis house had practically no known members.” “How is that even possible?” Hayden asks. “H

Violet blurted out. “What the heck is a Valkyrie tribe?” Theophile raised his eyebrows. “It looks like ancient Egyptian people. Can you ditch these weird fashion choices? You’re going overboard with decorating these paper dolls. Their necks will snap.” “These are just paper dolls. I could snap off another head,” Violet retorted, looking up. “You’ve raised a slightly creepy girl, mate,” Theophile sighed, glancing at Alpha Matthew lying on my lap. “What’s wrong? Kids say weird things all the time,” Alpha Matthew shrugged it off.

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.

" You do sound like a traitor, and after what happened to Donaerys, you've given me every reason to believe that you are" " Valkyrie, watch your tongue". " No, how else can we explain the fact that the werewolves attacked our key component in our fight against them, if not that there is a spy amongst us". " I have warned you enough", Valeria said, releasing his claws and standing on his feet. " What the hell do you think you can do?" Valkyrie said in anger, also standing to his feet and hitting his released claws on the poor table that never committed any crime other than keeping them apart.

’ Czer snarled within me, his voice edged with warning. But the way out was gone. The Rift pulsed, alive and aware. And then — I saw them… Figures in the distance, caught between time. Lycans, witches, warriors… and among them, myself... Standing amidst the ruins of Valkyrie, sword drawn, blood dripping down my hands. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real.” Valentina reached for me, her hand brushing mine. “Andres?” But her touch sent a violent shiver within me and something crushed before my eyes— two moons bleeding together, and between them, her silhouette standing alone, light pouring from her chest.

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.

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.

she offered, making a desperate attempt at saving her life. Olivia moved her hand in anti-clock wise direction and the mist dissipated. She then walked over to the woman and the woman pulled her hair up revealing a mark that was etched at the nape of her neck. As she inhaled the mark caught fire. As soon as she let out her breath the fire dissuaded. Olivia immediately recognized the symbol and nodded to the other two. She was a Valkyrie, an angel like creature with super strength, fast healing abilities and consents spirits around her. Valkyries were also thought to be expert at using clairvoyance, which gave them the ability to trace the history of anyone or anything by touching an object t