Valkyrie Record Of Ragnarok Novels & Stories

wolf-hearted and accursed, Foster’d by Power, by Rapine nursed, Oppression ever in thy train, Tumult, and Rage, and Fury fell, And Cruelty, the imp of Hel, Her heart of adamant! An arm’d her hand. There, where the Battle loudest roars, Where wide the empurpled deluge pours, And ghastly Death, his thousands slain. And smooth thy wrinkled front to meet the smiles of Peace.’ “Today, we sacrifice a drop of blood to symbolize Skuld’s sacrifice during Ragnarök.” The Amory abruptly stops and looks around like there was something wrong. The Elders whisper when the Amory’s attention is back on the screen.

A second later, his eyes nearly budged out of their sockets. Written neatly beneath White Viper was a single name that caused the gears in his mind to spin. Valkyrie.

"You're just the loose end he hasn't figured out how to tie off. Yet." Tears blurred my vision. I tried to pull away, but just then, a loud crack echoed through the chamber. The sacred vessel containing the blood of the Valkyrie ancestors had fractured. It was an ancient crystal container, filled with the pure blood of their progenitors, pulsing with immense power. And now, that power was about to break free. "Everyone, back!" Viktor roared. But it was too late. The vessel exploded, sending a massive wave of energy ripping through the room.

he said as he started it up. “You suck,” I said, but he was apparently ignoring me. “Valkyries have cat-like reflexes, and their emotions are directly tied to lightning. They can also make a shrieking noise that can easily deafen anyone’s eardrums,” Zander said as we pulled away from the sub shop.

Tyr whispered to himself. He reached to her beloved's hands and clasped them into hers. His eyes began to glisten once more as he summon the energy of nature, gathering all the elemental planes, even those that are not within the boundaries of his ability. Earth, water, fire, wind, and sky. The paraelemental, even the quaiselemental energies had responded to his call. The entire Valhalla had begun to shake. This is therefore his one last blow, he doesn't care.

The pressure on my throat vanished, and I dropped to the ground, coughing violently, air burning my lungs. Through my tears, I saw Iris. I was scared she wouldn't show up. I was scared it was my last moment. But there she was! She positioned herself between us now, eyes shimmering like dual moons, her aura enveloping me like a tide of tranquility. Her wings spread out behind her in brilliant defiance, and the earth shook under her bare feet “Ah… sister,” Valkyrie drawled, unfazed. “I always thought you were the wise one. But imagine… choosing a weakling to carry the pendant’s legacy.”

And then, with a deafening roar, it surged forward, dragging me toward the brink of madness. I gasped, my vision blurring, my mind splitting under the weight of their war. “Ragnor!” Valkyrie's voice was the last thing I heard before the world went dark, and the beast claimed me entirely.

There's no way I can fight in this condition. Without realizing it, Fenrir wakes up after passing out. His rapid regeneration has helped him to the point where he has some feelings in his legs. He concludes that enough time has passed that the demon should be long gone by now. He reaches up and just barely manages to press the button to open the door. As the door opens, the remains of the elf can be seen. Blood covers a large portion of the area, the elf was ripped to pieces, its head detached from its body and the rest of it in a mangled mess with its guts spilling out onto the floor.

The stars blinked for the first time, and wind stirred the garden, stealing her voice away. "Wait!" I cried, reaching out. "Please! Tell me more!" But the garden fractured like glass- And I jolted awake, heart pounding, drenched in sweat, her words still echoing. "Forgive… and rise." My body was drenched in sweat and my chest was still thumping very loudly. “Val?” “Go back to sleep little one we will talk in the morning” Instant relief filled me at hearing Valkyrie’s groggy voice. I do not know what I would ever do with myself if I woke up and didn’t have her anymore. Matter of fact, I did not even want to think about that being a possibility.

And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like a weapon, his gaze burning with a mix of conquest and something deeper. They had taken me not just as a slave, but as a prize—the woman who had slain three of their warriors before being overwhelmed. Now, as the ship neared their fjord homeland, they approached me. “You fight like a valkyrie,” Ragnar rumbled, his voice deep and resonant as he crouched before me, calloused fingers tilting my chin up. His touch sent an unwelcome spark through my body, heat pooling low despite the cold and my fury. “Such fire belongs in our hall, not wasted in chains.”