Valkyrie Stories Novels & Stories

Valkyrie's wolf. I turned to her. "Valkyrie… look." She spun around. Her eyes widened as they locked onto the fleeting darkness. "Genna?" Valkyrie staggered forward, her dagger slipping from her grasp. “Genna!” Her voice cracked, trying to reach her stolen wolf. “VALKYRIE! HELP ME!” Her cry was a desperate wail. She clawed at the edges of the void, but it was like sinking in quicksand—every struggle only dragged her further in.

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 were holding. Sixteen top-level vam

Valeria smiled. “Ever heard of the Valkyries?” she asked. “Of course, everyone knows about them. They are very powerful; they have helped with a lot of wars, and they are fierce slayers. I heard the Valkyries and Vladimir are in a battle; apparently there was a war Vladimir was supposed to help with, but the Valkyries sisters got involved and won. Now, Vladimir is searching for them, but no one knows who they are or what they are or where they are; they are like ghosts. Seen only when they want to be seen,” Egan said.

-------- TO: Mackenzie Marshal FROM: Vincent Valiant I need those Wienhowser copies on my desk in ten. Vincent Valiant CEO of Valiant Industries … My fingers drum lightly on the keys, getting ready to reply, but I'd rather see his face as I drop the stack in front of him. I grab the copies from the corner of my desk, which have been sitting there all morning—I've had the copies done since Wednesday afternoon—and then without looking back cup them in my arm and storm into his office without knocking.

With a single flick of her wrist, it cuts through the darkness, the air, like bullets - allowing nothing to stand within visual distance of Valerie. Though Fenrir grew livid with the audacity of these mongrels, Jaxson can't transform and leave Valerie vulnerable – not even for a second. But it doesn't matter. Jaxson didn't need to expel his energy in a futile shift, not when he has suffering to inflict of his own. As the battles wages, the Harpies lead warrior strikes a landing right before him, "she will die, before Eldora's suns awaken from their slumber," the Harpy promises, her blue eyes piercing into Valerie.

They had a good working relationship and supported each other’s trades. Personally, I could never see why he chose to work with her. The Valkyrie was a small outfit with only a handful of patched members, I easily had four times their numbers. They were a small fish in a very big pond. I hated needing to buy guns from the Valkyrie… but needs must. I’d lost an entire shipment of cocaine, so I was down a lot of money. Recent problems meant I didn’t have the firepower to deal with this sort of shitshow.

"You... We need to break the door. You need to get out of here." Valkyrie rose slowly, wincing as she did so, her hand still clutching her bleeding neck. She had been struck with a Wic'ca blade which was the reason it was still hurting. She couldn't remember much of what had happened. She had simply stepped into her room when someone struck her from behind. To her surprise, she awoke in this storage room, locked up with Sheera. "Do you have something to do with this?" Valkyrie's eyes glared daggers. "You attacked me!? How dare you?"

She didn't protest but I could feel the fear emitting from her as her hands coiled deeply against her side. “What did you do, Val? What did you do to be sent to a place I believe you don't wanna be?” My lips dragged on her skin, wetting the place I wished to mark. She shivered against me. She didn't know what she was doing as her breasts rubbed against my chest. “Nothing.” “Nothing?” “I was accused of stealing. I swear, I didn't.” “You keep getting into trouble after trouble, Valkyrie, but you will be punished by me first...”

’ Czer snarled within me, his voice edged with warning. But the way out was gone. The Rift pulsed, alive and aware. And then — I saw them… Figures in the distance, caught between time. Lycans, witches, warriors… and among them, myself... Standing amidst the ruins of Valkyrie, sword drawn, blood dripping down my hands. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real.” Valentina reached for me, her hand brushing mine. “Andres?” But her touch sent a violent shiver within me and something crushed before my eyes— two moons bleeding together, and between them, her silhouette standing alone, light pouring from her chest.

"There is no way they will tell a story that speaks of the existence of other gods. Or a man, made god. It would be blasphemous." Helva frowned. "Priest." "Yes?" "Have you not been told that it is unwise to patronize the elderly." Valerik shrugged. "I have." "Then why would you patronize me?" She studied him. "You already know the story of the war of the lost, do you not? I see it in your eyes. The familiarity. The reminiscence behind your eyes. You cannot hide such things from the elderly pries. Especially not me." "I know the story of the war of the lost, Helva," Valerik agreed simply. "What you have told me, however, is not it. I know that by its real name."