Valkyrie Mythology Novels & Stories

” Alex met Kevin’s eyes, noting the concern and fear in the proud Lycan’s eyes. “What is she?” Alex asked, his heart racing. He needed to hear it. This story was just too much. "What do you mean her mother became mortal? What is going on here?" “She is a hybrid.” Kevin stated, looking directly at Alex, sending a chill down his spine. “She is half Lycan and half Valkyrie. She is a Daughter of Freya the wife of Odin the King of Asgard. She is an immortal.”

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.

“That’s the last of them,” Thor stated as he crushed the head of an Ascended Giant easily with nothing but his bare hands. Next to him was the Valkyrie who shared many of his facial features. The beautiful Valkyrie evaded the blow of an Ascended Giant herself, before twisting her body and making her way behind the Frost Giant to deliver a devastating jab to its temple. Then she leaped high into the air and came crushing down with her sword. *Whish*

Valerie looked around the familiar building as she tried to find the image that usually emit such bright light around the forest. “Valerie.” The voice called again and she turned to look at who had called her, it was strange this time because the moon goddess had a strand of tear in her eyes streaming down her face. “Oh my goodness, why are you crying?” Valerie sprinted over to her and just then the goddesses legs felt weak and she fell on Valerie’s arms. “What happened to you?” Valerie asked again as she stared at the goddess’ blue eyes and she could see herself, it was as though she was taking a trip down memory lane as she stared at the possibility of what might eventually happen to her.

With a single flick of her wrist, it cuts through the darkness, the air, like bullets - allowing nothing to stand within visual distance of Valerie. Though Fenrir grew livid with the audacity of these mongrels, Jaxson can't transform and leave Valerie vulnerable – not even for a second. But it doesn't matter. Jaxson didn't need to expel his energy in a futile shift, not when he has suffering to inflict of his own. As the battles wages, the Harpies lead warrior strikes a landing right before him, "she will die, before Eldora's suns awaken from their slumber," the Harpy promises, her blue eyes piercing into Valerie.

And in the frostbitten north, the loyal Lycan packs howled, one voice, one vengeance, one war. The Valley of Tears, named for the queens who once wept here, would cry no longer. It would burn. Elara stood atop the battlements, her cloak billowing like stormclouds spun in silk. Below her, an army like none Eldoria had ever seen filled the valley. Lycan. Vampire. Hybrid. Bound not by bloodline, but by purpose. The sigil of Virelith blazed on every standard: flame wrapped in silver, the promise of rebirth through ruin.

VALKYRIE Some ancient tribes believed that once the moon turned into a shade of blood, it's deeply wounded or terribly ill. And during the eclipse, their people would chant prayers and offer dance to provide healing to this celestial magnificence in the dark sky. For our people, it was the very symbol of our curse and our birth— the image of our Goddess. It gave monstrous power to our ancestor who sought revenge for the death of her tribe. The one who had founded the Phantom and live within her children in blood which continuously led our kind to supremacy. Until she got broken, betrayed by her own kin. Her spirit shattered into three inheritors and then, she disappeared from our consciousne

He told me that he travelled quite often and loved it. He met my mother, and my grandmother, where they shared their experiences of what they were, and how they assisted the Valkyries by being the people who were often in consultation with Odin, and that they soon, the line would die, if someone in the family didn't come to have it. That my family were one of the many warrior families that were Fae, who did all the battles for the Valkyries, since they weren't allowed to intervene during major fights; that they were only allowed to engage by amassing the souls of those who were of nobility and carrying them into the Grand Halls of Valhalla.

She looked at Thea before continuing. “Other stories tell of similar but benevolent beings,” Amethyst said. “The Valkyries. They were also associated with battlefields. They served the gods, taking the dead to Valhalla.” Thea looked at Xavier. He shrugged his shoulders. Thea turned back to Amethyst. “Are you saying bad vampires are Keres, and good vampires are Valkyries, but the Valkyries went extinct?” Thea said. “It’s a theory. Valkyries haven’t been heard of in a thousand years. The only people who might be old enough to know for sure are vampires. The oldest vampires,” Amethyst said.

He was successful in clearing the sky but they all heard angry cry of Serenity and dark clouds gathered again. Valerina looked down where hybrids has rounded the woman who is dark blue like a venom, her long hair were swaying with the angry wind. She was looking like a demon. Sharp fangs are out which can tear anyone in half. Her growls were literally shaking the ground. Valerina gasped when she threw fire at Lucifer who tried to grab her. She wonder if Augustus can also threw fire from his mouth like his mother. "She won't stop until she finds Carlos"