Valkyrie Profile นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The High Council Executioner stood amidst the rotting, petrified fungal stalks of Sector 0.1, looking entirely like a creature from another dimension. His immaculate, high-collared white-and-gold trench coat did not belong in the damp, freezing dark. He did not sink into the mud. He did not shiver. He was Valerius, a Falcon-Class Rank 6, and he carried the lethal, sanitized perfection of the Mid-Aerie down into the graveyard of the world.

Her eyes were also blue but not like Natasha's, only brighter and looked like tiny crystals. The rest of her body was covered in an eerie glowing light blue jumpsuit and the glow seemed brighter at her chest. "Err... hi?" came Natasha. 'Hello, Natasha Austin-Johnson and Lucas Colton King.' The strange looking woman spoke again with a very fluid and soft voice. Her face was calm and blank, making it unclear whether she was smiling or not. Natasha turned from the woman to Lucas. Lucas gave her a slight shrug. 'Apologies,' came the woman again, 'my data shows that you have no idea who I am.'

she offered, making a desperate attempt at saving her life. Olivia moved her hand in anti-clock wise direction and the mist dissipated. She then walked over to the woman and the woman pulled her hair up revealing a mark that was etched at the nape of her neck. As she inhaled the mark caught fire. As soon as she let out her breath the fire dissuaded. Olivia immediately recognized the symbol and nodded to the other two. She was a Valkyrie, an angel like creature with super strength, fast healing abilities and consents spirits around her. Valkyries were also thought to be expert at using clairvoyance, which gave them the ability to trace the history of anyone or anything by touching an object t

She was tracking the final destination of Anya Petrova: the Valkyrie, a luxury vessel known to operate as a high-end Syndicate command vessel during its operational years. Julian managed to use the Sentinel Foundation’s nascent network to confirm the Valkyrie’s latest satellite ping, provided by a contact within the European intelligence community—a subtle, calculated risk to keep Elias in the chase. “The Valkyrie is heavily armed, Elias,” Julian warned during their brief, encrypted comms check. “It’s running a minimal crew, but the security is automated and top-tier. Anya won’t have conventional bodyguards, but she’ll have drone defenses and specialized sonar.”

“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.

The burning fires of the crashed dreadnought seemed to freeze in place. Above the central courtyard, the dark storm clouds parted, forming a giant, swirling vortex of sickly violet light. Out of the vortex, a massive, fifty-foot tall holographic projection manifested in the air—a projection of a tall, thin man in ornate golden robes lined with dark-silver runes. His hair was snow-white, his face was cold and angular, and his eyes burned with ancient, terrifying void magic. Primarch Valerius.

Valkyrie was twenty feet from Kessler when Anya intercepted her, appearing from the panicked masses. "Hello, Sister," Anya said quietly. Valkyrie's eyes widened, recognition, shock, rage. "You're supposed to be dead." "So are you, eventually. But today, you're coming with us." Valkyrie moved fast, enhanced speed, military precision. Her punch would have shattered Anya's jaw if she hadn't anticipated it. They fought in the chaos, two Objectives using identical training against each other. Punch, counter, grapple, reversal. Evenly matched because they'd been built to the same specifications.

“Of course.” “It’s about Valkyra,” I said carefully. “Who is she in this pack? Why do all the elders want Alpha Zane to make her Luna?” Nikolas exhaled slowly. Like this wasn’t a simple answer. “Valkyra’s father comes from the lineage of high priests of the Elder Council,” he explained. “He was once Moonveil’s most awarded Gamma General.” I listened closely. “Her late mother,” he continued, “comes from a long line of Moonveil Elder Council blood. Elder Bash is her uncle.”

"She awakened your vanity… and your hunger." With a gesture, Valkyria summoned three women. All adults, dressed in white, eyes lowered, aware of the role they would play that night. The air shifted. Ancient power awakened. "Three," Valkyria explained softly. "One for strength, one for youth… and one to seal the rebirth." Vlad hesitated only a second. Pride, desire, nostalgia for himself, all mixed together. Then he did it, and on the third, the world seemed to explode inside him.

I removed my clothes and hanged them neatly on a nearby tree before I turned into my wolf. Valkyrie was one of the most beautiful wolves to ever exist and that was not just because of the fact that I was biased towards her for being mine. She had beautiful brown fur with one of her ears being silver, Romeo always said I was such an uncanny beauty. Enough about everyone. This was time for Val and not for my extremely problematic life. “Take the reins Val” I had already gotten used to the feeling of Valkyrie taking control sometimes. As usual, I retreated to the back of my mind, fading away like a spectator while Valkyrie ran, pushing her body to the limit.