Valkyrie Profile Novels & Stories

- Can I sit next to you? – she asks. - Of course, my Luna. - Don't call me Luna. Alpha and Luna, beta, and other titles, we only use them when dealing with pack matters. What we normally are is a MC. That's what keeps us safe. And as the group leader's wife, my name is Valkyrie. - You can sit down, Valkyrie. – he says smiling. But even the smile was sad. - Why are you sad?

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.

"The floor here has a habit of rejecting those who don't stand firm." I looked up into piercing grey eyes. It was Petra. Valkyrie Noble Lady, a literal tower of muscle and grace, blonde hair shorn short, presence radiating formidable authority only a demigod-descendant could possess. Even in a simple black leotard, she looked like she wore invisible armor. "Thank you, Petra." I smoothed my violet silk. "Someone is practicing their frictionless charms a bit early."

"You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medical team. You did all this because you wanted... wanted..." "I wanted you to die," I finished her sentence. I still remembered how, in my previous life, Valerie had deliberately crashed into a truck. I thought she loved Eugene so much, but in reality, she only loved the idea of Eugene. When their personal interests were at stake, those feelings simply evaporated. I did not stay to watch Valerie die, but we both knew she would not live much longer. Eugene refused to take care of her, and her parents were too preoccupied with Caleb's problems.

Being one of the originals, it was a big deal which is why she had more options than most were allowed. You’ll probably hear a lot about pure bloods through this tale. It basically means that we never mixed with mortals. Our blood is old, powerful and untainted. I really don’t get into how that’s possible. More Hail’s cup of tea as he’s the Caretaker. Boiled down this simply means Hail is my right hand, and a historian slash advisor. Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on.

the Alpha replied as he embarked on the elevator and punched in his code, Mal grimaced, “Not a connection, apart from the talks for coming out I haven’t seen a Valkyrie in thousands of years, they don’t exactly play nice with us Demons,” The elevator doors opened on the surface and the trio walked up the driveway where they were met by Charlie and a woman dressed from head to toe in cream leather, long flowing blonde hair and pale skin, she was almost ghostly, but beautiful at the same time, her eyes glowed a pale blue as she spoke to Mal directly, “Hello father,” the tone was condescending and snarky but swimming in truth, this was indeed the offspring of Mal and a Valkyrie, “Hi, I’m Stacy,

Valerie took to her heels as she ran to her room in tears like her mother had said, locking the door behind her Valerie curled up on her bed as she let tears flow freely from her eyes. “What do I do with Valerie?” The Suprema asked Adira in confusion as she sighed. Asides being the highest ranking warrior in the pack, Adira was the personal adviser to the Suprema. “Sheʼs becoming too powerful for her age...” Adira started saying. “..And Iʼm afraid she might be unstoppable and uncontrollable when she gets to the peak. Sheʼs just eight and sheʼs already showing off so much power.” She finished, looking over at the confused Suprema.

I grabbed the first one by the throat and squeezed his neck tightly. He kicked and struggled to free himself but my hand was firmly wrapped around his neck. I drove my hand through his chest and pulled out his heart. The crowd gasped, the gory scene shaking them to the core. I dropped his body, hoping he was dead but he rose up yet again. “You focus your attacks on their physical form. Try connecting with their spiritual form and destroying it completely.” Valkyrie stated. “If it was that easy, I would have done it!” I exclaimed.

he murmured, watching a nine-figure sum transfer to an anonymous, encrypted account. And in a secure, cavernous hangar deep beneath the tower, Katherine made the final, delicate adjustments to the Valkyrie drones herself, personally loading their payloads of custom-designed, magically-attuned "shield-breaker" ordnance. She ran a gloved hand along the cold, sleek fuselage of Valkyrie One, a silent communion between creator and her beautiful, deadly creation. The team was a single, perfectly calibrated weapon, poised to strike at the heart of their enemy.

“I gave you a simple assignment! Very simple! You had her with you, all you needed to do was get me the damn pendant and break me free from these years of bondage. But what did you do? You failed!? It growled, hot flames escaping him and he breathed those words. Iris was right! Valkyrie possesses people and manipulates them to do his bidding. He fed on Aemond’s secret desires and now, Aemond must do everything he said or be sucked up in oblivion like the ones before him. “I…I swear I have everything managed,” he faltered, kneeling before Valkyrie. “You only need to grant me a bit more time. It would be all yours.” I wasted no time in stepping forward. “Hey! Over here you dumb thing!” I screa