Valkyrie Profile Novels & Stories

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…

“Because she wasn’t just a werewolf, Kayla. Your mother was descended from the last line of pure Valkyrie blood.” I went stiff. “Wait… Lady Elizabeth once said something like that. That I had Valkyrie blood—but I thought it was a wild unproven guess." “She was telling the truth,” Konstantine confirmed. “Your grandmother—your mother’s mother—was the last pureblood of her kind. When she died, your mother became the sole living carrier of their bloodline. Only women have the potential to become a Valkyrie."

I’ve had way too many this evening. But all of that, and I still felt that sting on my jaw. The spot from the slap. “So much force,” I grumbled, remembering just how hard those slender fingers landed on my face. The blazing blue eyes, midnight black waves running around her face… glaring, angry… stubborn. “Like some Valkyrie.” That’s right. A Valkyrie, that’s exactly the exact image of her these past weeks.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

(Adventurer Association Chairwoman Claire Valkary) Claire Valkary is a well known Platinum Rank Adventurer through out the Continent, Started as once a Principality of Light, Crusade Knight that were betrayed by her nation after her meteoric rise threaten one of the old knight, her family were killed and since then she wandered through the Continent by herself and raise as a Platinum Rank Adventurer on her own. 1 year ago she become and Aeternum citizen and since then only working in Aeternum, when the Adventurer Guild fall, she were then recruited to become the Adventurer Association chairwoman of which she agreed, and since then she has been dedicated to her duty.

They want me out of this position, I’ll make sure I stay. Laine Matias It has been several days since I started coming to Astley Corporation with Giovanni. It still blows my mind that Valkyrie, of all people, is the mate of the Alpha King. Alex and Giovanni were in the middle of the discussion. I was sitting right next to Giovanni, not totally listening to the business stuff they were talking about. Besides, I already did my part in sabotaging everything about Kyrie’s tasks today. I have been observing her for days. I know where she gets all the folders and reports, I exchanged everything and made sure that it was all wrong.

“I don’t want to assume, but the symptoms were obvious daily.” Beta Dillon crossed his arms over his chest. He sighed and looked at Emily genuinely. “The alpha’s hunch was always true and right, Emily. Don’t underestimate him.” Emily nods her head. “I don’t underestimate him; sometimes, I couldn’t read him though; he’s cold yet caring given his pride?” she shrugged. “He’s cold and authoritative, ruthless and rude, but deep down, he’s worried and caring.” “You are not sure, aren’t you?” Emily formed a small smile. “I’m not sure, but I can feel it.”

I growl. She glowers at me but keeps her silence. Teresa isn’t a small woman, she’s well-muscled and can take down a man twice her size, however, she won’t try me. She knows that when I fight, I fight to kill. For all intents and purposes, we are the Alphas of the Rogue Lands, we each rule over our own species but we are currently working together to get what we need. The little half-breed Siren. The Royal Beta’s daughter. “She’s a 15-year-old girl! It shouldn’t be that difficult to run a recon mission on her! Where are the other spies?” Julian growls.

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s