VALKYRIE FATE (VALKYRIE BOUND #2) BY NICHOLE ROSE – eBook Details Online
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Reaper
A HOWL RIPS THROUGH the destroyed house, the scent of spilled
blood strong as I cross from room to room, carefully checking for any
Forsaken fortunate enough to have escaped Rissa’s deadly blast of power.
The shuddering stillness is a sharp counterpoint to the fiery blast of fury
that swept through the house not even ten minutes ago, decimating every
Forsaken in its path.
The Valkyrie is powerful.
Perhaps our enemies should have considered that before they murdered
the girl’s father. But they didn’t.
By the time we arrived to rescue her, there was no need. She’d already
sent them scurrying like roaches running from the light. Those not quick
enough died where they stood, engulfed in the hot rush of pure Light
shooting from her hands.
They haven’t felt anything like it since the last Valkyrie fell three hundred
years ago, taking hope with them. Hope rises again now. I hope it has the
Forsaken shitting their shorts, as the humans say. They certainly should be.
The Valkyrie we’ve been waiting for since the portal fell and we were
trapped on earth are coming into their power. Rissa is the first, but she won’t
be the last. Four more are still yet to be called, spun out by prophecy to
stand against the Forsaken and the Dark. Destined to restore Valhalla.
The Fae will stand with them as we always have.
Personally, I look forward to dealing death to our enemies once more.
They’ve whispered my name—Reaper—in awe and fear for millennia,
calling me a harvester of souls. The Dark fears me as they should. I have no
sympathy for evil and no mercy, either. I smother the shadow
indiscriminately, exactly as I was born to do.
It’s a nasty job, but someone has to do it. It might as well be me. The Fae
are immortal. Living forever gets boring without something to break up the
monotony. Murder and mayhem will do in a pinch. Especially when it’s the
Forsaken at the business end of my lyststål.
The weapon hangs heavy in my hands now, eager to taste the blood of our
enemies as I pace through the dirty old house. Despite the victory we won
here today, the bitter taste of foreboding coats my tongue. Something isn’t
right here—and I’m not referring to the stench of alcohol permeating every
inch of the place. I feel unsettled, a sense of unease whispering up my spine
that I can’t shake.
My footfalls echo eerily in the hollow silence of the dirty hall. My
brothers spread throughout the house, checking it over as I do. We move
quickly, efficiently, a well-oiled machine after millennia of fighting side by
side. If they feel what I do, they don’t comment on it.
The bedroom I step into is filthy, but vacant. The bed is unmade, the
sheets stained and wrinkled. Papers and clothes are scattered across the
floor. The windows are grimy, blocking out most of the sunlight. Peeling
wallpaper covers the nicotine-stained walls. A strong odor of mildew
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