Vikings: Valhalla Harald Novels & Stories

At the center of the battlefield, the massive seven-foot shadow warrior raised its dark ice halberd, charging directly toward Valen with terrifying speed! "Your sun-fire cannot melt the black ice of the void, Alpha!" the monster rasped, swinging its massive halberd downward with enough force to split a mountain! CRASH! Valen caught the heavy black halberd blade directly on the flat of his broadsword! The violent impact sent a shockwave through the ice, cracking the canyon floor beneath their feet. Valen’s black eyes locked onto the monster's glowing crimson gaze. His muscles bulged under his leather armor as he slowly forced the giant halberd upward, ignoring the icy black frost creeping up

She clung to him frantically, maddened by the speed and her own lust, terrified yet exultant. She was no longer Karen but a wild warrior woman, a Valkyrie riding the storm clouds to gather up the bodies of dead heroes from the battlefield and carry them to Valhalla on the back of her warhorse. And Spike was Siegfried, super hero, about to claim her as his bride. The majestic chords of Richard Wagner’s The Ring thundered through her brain, and she found herself singing aloud.

I asked her, as I offered her a hand and she stood up again. “Gunnr, Valkyrie of War. I’ve come to take Hati to the depths of Muspelheim, to be chained in the fires of Odin’s wrath for eternity,” she said to me. “Why only now?” I asked her. “He had to be defeated by a half-breed first. It was prophesized,” she said, as she walked towards the fallen wolf, and a bright light surrounded her. I didn’t know how to respond to that, what prophesy? Why didn’t Freya mention this?