Valkyrie Story Novels & Stories

’ 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.

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.

Kael held the door and they moved out into the dark toward Elder Lysara's chambers without another word, and Zara watched them go with the hybrid's dragging feet leaving two pale lines in the dirt. She turned back to the room. Valkyrie had shifted back and was standing in the wreckage in a borrowed shirt, rotating her shoulder with a focused expression that suggested it hurt considerably more than she was acknowledging. "The last one," Zara said. "The one we brought to Lysara before. It was strong." "Yes," Valkyrie said. "This one was ten times stronger." "Yes." "That's a pattern." Valkyrie looked at her. "What are you thinking?"

‘’I don’t care.’’ I flipped my long wavy chocolate brown hair as I raised my brows while looking at Ismael as he tried to explain how their group is growing now. I know that he is fully aware that he can’t force me to do the things that I am not interested with. He is convincing me to join their group. It’s a group of strong werewolves that dreaming to join the mercenary that serves Alpha pack in the battles, of course my father won’t allow that. I am persistent to say no to him because I am not really into these stuffs. Yes, I admit that I always get involve in troubles but I don’t want to worsen my father’s stress and frustration about me and his work being the Alpha’s right hand.

I closed my eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over me, feeling as though I was being embraced by something far greater than myself. At that moment, I felt a connection deep within me, a stirring in my soul, as if the divine presence above was reaching out to me, calling out to my wolf, to the very core of who I was. “Valkyrie Behati, I finally have the chance to talk to you.” To be continued…

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.

“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.

Valery's voice played out as the naive seductress. "Fuck, Val...I might empty myself into you if you tempt me any further. Ngh!" Derrick clenched his teeth when the damsel bumped into him from behind. "What are you up to?" "Nothing. I thought this was the night." Valery was the good girl entertaining a big bad wolf drooling to have her for dinner.

She better get used to it—with Kaia, Zoe, Summer, and Zoe’s warriors, the she-wolf energy in this group could power a nation. While Mom and Mist start sketching a strategy, Gondul turns to another Valkyrie. “Find Selene, Thor, and Hecate. We need them now. Go!” The Valkyrie doesn’t respond. She just whistles, and one of those stunning white horses bursts from the trees. She swings onto its back, kicks her heels, and is airborne—lightning cracking in her wake.

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.