Valkyrie Names Novels & Stories

“Orien, my Lord.” “Orien. The light bringer. Ironic name. You served Toran’s sister... what was her name again?... Uhm… Vic?” “Lady Valkyrie.” “Ah, that one,” Valoreth pointed. “You lured her out, knowing her brother was about to kill her. You're quite the devious guard, don’t you think?” Orien remained silent, wondering if Valoreth was drunk or mentally unstable. But Lycans never got drunk... so it had to be the latter.

The clouds part, and beneath me is the valley of my kin. Once, it sang with laughter. Now it screams. I hover in horror as I watch the valley below; silver scales dulled by blood, wings snapped at their joints, tails twisted in death. My brothers. My sisters. My mother with her crest of pale gold. My father, his eyes frozen wide. All still. All dead. I land, or maybe I fall. “Myriad,” I whisper, naming one. Then another. “Valka. Soren. Ereth…”

"Partly. But mostly, it’s about you." My stomach tightened. "Shit. I knew it, I just didn't want to accept it." She smiled, then took a slow sip of her tea before setting the cup down carefully. "Tell me, Kayla… have you ever heard of the Valkyries?" I blinked at the sudden shift. "...The warrior women from legends?" Lady Elizabeth leaned forward slightly. "They were not just legends. Once, they were rulers. Protectors. Gods in their own right. They wielded power that few could match, leading armies, shaping kingdoms, and striking fear into those who dared to oppose them."

Long before the Prowler had even been an idea I'd been using a Valkyrie in battles, slaying enemies with all types of heavy weapons. The Valkyrie was a marvel of German engineering, built for firepower instead of stealth. The mech's armour was far thicker than the mech itself, designed to buckle under impact without damaging the electronics inside. In design, where the Prowler was conservative and the Exodus was decadent, the Valkyrie fell somewhere in the middle, earning it the same cautious respect as Axion's Goliath mechs. The Valkyrie's unguligrade legs were built to keep the mech balanced under heavy fire, sloping backwards at the knee joint and ending in two massive, hoof-like feet.

He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place. “Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him. A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail. “Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.

“Many have certainly tried to kill me, my sweet Ira, you are not the first, nor will you be the last. Unfortunately, I like this life too much to give it up, especially now that I have you in my arms. Calling me a monster makes me want to have you even more, I love the fire in your eyes.” If looks could kill, Gavrael would have shrivelled up into a pile of dust from the look I gave him. I instantly hated the nickname he called me, everyone else called me Ady, no one had ever called me Ira and even though the name was okay, I didn’t want him to be the one to call me that. I also wasn’t sweet, and I definitely did not belong to him. “I will never be yours, I’d rather die.” I tried to spit on h

Hi, I’m Ashthelyn. I don’t really have a last name, but I learned it is customary to take your parents’ name in this realm. My father is Luferine, King of Ethos. So I introduce myself as Ashthelyn Luferine, rather than Ashthelyn of Ethos, 6th daughter of his Majesty King Luferine the Ender. This world has many biblical senses of Hell.

Then, in a moment she felt an excruciating pain in her flesh. I got badly wounded! Cybele whispered in her mind as she gaze blood on her hand. She heard him shouting her name, but her senses were slowly fading away. " Tyr..." she faintly whispered. " No...no...!" Tyr's voice was shaking as when hen he gazed at her beloved dying. Valkash's bone sword is a weapon that could kill a deity, and it was so tragic that Cybele got struck by it. A little...I can still hold on a little... I can do this! Tyr whispered to himself.

" 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.

It didn’t even matter if they were shot down on their way - they simply kept on going with resolute grit and determination. Among the various skirmish vessels, Freya and her Valkyrie squadron led the way. All 48 of them were in their usual Varulv mecha, but updated with the best equipment possible. Or, at least, best at combating Imperial armaments. — Squadron: Valkyrie Squad Leader: Freya Loadout: - Hrothgar Tyr “Varulv” Light Assault Suit [A] - Myrmidon Technology “Gungnir” CoilSpear [A]