Valkyrie Novels & Stories

“Yup. So did Karma.” “I mean,” he chuckled. “If anyone was going to get into some shady shit, it was Karma. If we’d had to place bets, I’d have said Karma ended up being an assassin.” “Not too far from the truth, she is my Sergeant at Arms as well as my second,” I laughed. “So how did the Valkyrie happen? How…just how are you where and who you are?” I smirked.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

she said to herself. She looked carefully at one of the frozen warrior. At the nape of his neck, she found a round symbol with a beam of blue light in the middle. She summoned her Valkyrie weapon and shot at the nape of their necks one by one. The warriors melted down leaving behind pools of fluid metal that eventually evaporated.

Ginny who was holding her mystical sword was about to take the sword out of its scabbard, but Damien held her back and chose to talk to Saveroth first. "What is it?" Saveroth, who usually smiled sarcastically, now had a very serious expression on his face. And one word that came out of his mouth, made Ginny's eyes widen perfectly. "Valkyrie." Damien closed his eyes, "I see." The hundreds of thousands of troops that were within Damien's shadow were already screaming very loudly. Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine ghouls roared as loudly as they could. The two giant knight golems thumped their own chests with the hilts of the giant swords they wer

I closed my eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over me, feeling as though I was being embraced by something far greater than myself. At that moment, I felt a connection deep within me, a stirring in my soul, as if the divine presence above was reaching out to me, calling out to my wolf, to the very core of who I was. “Valkyrie Behati, I finally have the chance to talk to you.” To be continued…

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 vam

He buys slaves yearly for labor and pleasure until he buys Akira. A white slave with distinct features. I was told by my father that her features were so striking. White hair and eyes and— Suddenly, familiarity struck my imagination before I could understand. The young girl in the forest. She had white hair and eyes. She wasn't Akira, but… “Valkyrie.” I muttered, realization dawning on me like I was splashed with a cold bucket of water. The girl with those features was Valkyrie. The words kept repeating in my head like a mantra. And her father…

Something’s always waiting to explode. After a brief, uneventful exchange, I head off. Next up is Valentine. I’ve worked with the vampire before—he’s sharp, smarter than most, and he knows how to stay on top of the real threats. There’s been talk of a new hunter sect forming, and Nero wants me to find out how much of it is true. Valentine’s the only one I trust with this kind of information. I meet Valentine at dusk in an old diner on the outskirts. The place smells like burnt coffee and fried food, but it’s quiet enough for a conversation like this. Valentine is already sitting in a booth when I arrive, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Typical.