روايات وقصص ضمن Vikings: Valhalla Harald

Xander took a seat at the table, nodded to let Kord know he was listening. Taryk and I took our seats as well. "Recording," Atlas said. Lukas' eyes crinkled at the corners as he watched my brother. A goofy looking smile flirted with his mouth. "Valkyrie began as death maidens in service to an ancient Earth religion system's god. They were the ones to travel a battlefield and select which ones got to go to Valhalla. Essentially a party palace where they get to fight, drink, and gorge themselves until the god's doomsday appears. Then they're expected to help fight with the god to destroy the bad guys."

“It happened during the battle of Maldon. I was a Viking, one of the few black Vikings. My lineage went back through the Viking god, Odin, and so I was very respected. A warrior in those days fought till the death, and I was no different. We were not fighting a holy war, looking for vengeance, or any other noble means. We were out to claim land for the Olaf. Plain and simple, we were bloodthirsty warriors. “We had been weaned on talk of Valhalla, the Hall of the Slain. To die in battle was the ultimate goal of a warrior. Few chosen would be allowed to enter into this warrior’s heaven, but those deemed worthy would reside for eternity there reaping their rewards. You went into every

Her father was beyond redemption. “Any loses?” Thrud turned to ask the Valkyrie who had only just arrived at her side. All around them were several giant corpses. Frozen soil and blood populated the battlefield, and a disgusting smell of rot and decay was starting to assault the senses of those who had lived past the violence of the battle. “Yes,” the Valkyrie nodded her head and proceeded to inform Thrud of their loses. “We lost 15 Valkyries. Only 35 remain.” “I see. May they rest in the halls of Valhalla,” Thrud struck her chest and said.

he snapped. “Enough!” shouted a warrior—Harald, one of Ragnor’s most trusted. “That woman must be slain! She is no ordinary woman. She is known by her alias—The Lady Red, the infamous murderer!” Before Ragnor could speak, Harald was in front of Hulda, gripping her neck tightly. Ragnor’s eyes widened in horror. “Harald! Let her go now!” “My king, I cannot—” “I said let go!” Harald hesitated, then obeyed. Ragnor rushed to Hulda’s side.

“Before Ragnarök, which member of the Vanir was sent to Asgard and later triggered a war?” “Gullveig,” Loki answered immediately. “Loki.” I tugged at his sleeve. “Shh… we’ll talk later.” “Second question: what is another name for Valhalla?” “The Hall of the Slain.” Loki and an Aesir god answered at the same time. “Third: what species is the World Tree?” “Ash.” … “As expected of Lord Loki,” the elf said with a smile. “Tenth question: which race of gods was the first to cultivate the Ginnunga giant whale as a means of transportation?”

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.

He left his words to linger in their ears, Ashwin already decided on his plan of action and even if they did as he asked, all were going to die and the pocket universe holding the Norse pantheon would disappear. “No, I refuse to hand the heirloom to a stranger like you. We also don't know if you will let us leave with our lives.” Hanova stepped forward and declared her stand, her body beaming and it started to transition into her Valkyrie form. The others agreed with her and they too stood their ground, the Valkyries charged forward and unleashed a barrage of lightning towards Ashwin.

“Just outside. They are powerful. We’re going to need them… Bryce doesn’t have an army. He spent all his wolves on us when we went back to The Towers the first time.” “Exactly,” Haldor says. “So it will be an easy fight.” “Will it?” Noah asks and turns his eyes to the Alpha. “How are you going to fight magic, Haldor? With your fists? With your sword? Your teeth?” “I have my Valkyries. I can summon them.” “To carry souls to your afterlife?” Noah asks. “Do you want to run into Bryce in Valhalla?” Haldor cocks his head and his eyes go wide. Nooo. Oh Goddess know, that will be bad. No. They will take him to Helheim.”

I asked with a smile. “You are evil.” Thana pouted. “No, I am prepared, and that is what keeps us alive on the battlefield.” “Valkyries were created to help Odin with his army. What good would it do if we were killed in the process?” I scolded them. After Odin sacrificed his eye to see the future, he saw the final battle, Ragnarök, and decided he needed help to build his army. There had been a huge war between the Germanic tribes and many shield maidens had died in battle. He decided female warriors with their beautiful faces were the best ones to guide his new warriors to Valhalla because they would be better able to convince the fallen soldiers to come with them.

Leif looked over her head, catching my attention briefly before turning to the corner, staring at the air. "Seven days of standing on a barrel, waiting to die," Leif announced, still staring into the shadows. "Your mate, she's an entirely different breed of woman. You got yourself a fucking Valkyrie, lucky prick. Brenna, a pleasure see- ing you again. I'm sure you'll be waiting with a blade at the ready when I enter Valhalla. I look forward to it, shield-maiden. You raised a rare one, with silent courage and one hell of a pain tolerance." "Who the fuck are you talking to, asshole? Brenna Haralson has been dead and gone for fifteen years," I grounded out, watching as Leif pointed his thumb to