- Publisher: Korat Publishing & Amazon Kindle Worlds
- Available in: Kindle Worlds, Kindle Unlimited
- Published: February 6, 2018
The one thing preventing Valeria from becoming a Valkyrie are the scales of her own heart.
After botching her first solo assignment, Valeria Frey is determined to prove she’s worthy of becoming a Valkyrie. But her mission seems cursed from the moment Vespasien sets foot in Kayville. He’s infuriatingly charming, dangerously perceptive, and worst of all—he looks an awful lot like the raven-haired guy from her cryptic visions. A guy she fears might be destined to be her soulmate.
But when the dark specter responsible for snuffing out her mortal life resurfaces in Kayville, will Valeria be forced to choose between love and her Immortal calling? And when Norns are involved, do you even really have a choice?
If you like spunky heroines, dance competition stories & spellbinding Urban Fantasy with mythological twist, then you’ll love this Norse-infused urban fantasy adventure. Perfect for fans of The Runes Universe, Shadowhunters & Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard.
Buy Predestined Souls today & watch as this Valkyrie-in-training navigates the perils of her own destiny!
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Read an excerpt from Predestined Souls
The Valkyrie Council, Valhalla, Asgard
“You stand accused of altering the destiny of a mortal chosen by the Norns to become an Einherjar,” the Speaker of the Valkyrie Council states as she sits atop the high council chair like she’s holding court. A golden winged circlet resting across her furrowed brow. Her ebony hair neatly braided, and adorned with golden braid tubes. “This is a serious offense you’re being accused of, Valeria, daughter of Freyr.”
I don’t know why she has to bring my father into this. And she says his name like the fact that he’s Vanir instead of Aesir offends her in some way. Despite the fact that literally half of those chosen to become Einherjar—the honored dead who will fight for the gods during Ragnarök—go to my aunt Freya’s Hall in Folkvang.
“I understand,” I answer through gritted teeth. Trying to ignore the semi-circle of hundreds of seated Valkyries behind her staring daggers at me. In particular, Clotilda Santiago and her minions. I can’t really call them her friends since I’m fairly certain she doesn’t have friends.
“Do you? Because judging by your actions, one can only assume that you didn’t,” the Speaker questions, drawing my attention back to her. I grit my teeth harder when I hear a muffled snort.
“So, how do you answer this accusation?” the Speaker asks when she’s certain she has my attention.
I lift my chin, staring directly into her dark eyes. My fists clenched tightly at my sides. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
She arches a dark brow. “Oh, so the witness is mistaken, and you didn’t use healing runes on Miss Fern Blackwood?”
Witness? I was on a solo assignment; I shouldn’t have had a— Clotilda. I should have known she wouldn’t have passed up any opportunity to see me fail.
“I’m still waiting on an answer, Miss Freysdóttir.”
I cringe. I’ve answered to three surnames in my life, and this by far is my least favorite. “There were extenuating circumstances,” I grind out. Fern’s anguished cry emerging unbidden from the murky surface of my memory like a terror from the deep dark sea. The tortured sound of it the stuff of nightmares. A sound the like I hoped I’d never hear again. A sound I hoped time would let me forget.
“Oh, so you are admitting to breaking Valkyrie law, and using a healing rune on Miss Fern Blackwood?”
My head snaps up sharply. “She was in pain! How could you expect me to sit there, and do nothing while my sister suffered like that?!” I shout, my eyes stinging with tears. The phantom sounds of German zeppelin raids obliterating my poise. “What kind of unfeeling monster could do something like that?”
The ebony-skinned Speaker looks genuinely stunned, and taken aback by the impassioned outburst. But only for the briefest of a moments before her expression turns thunderous. “How dare you question—”
“Gracious Speaker, might I interrupt for a moment?” Lorens asks abruptly, stepping up beside me. The golden embroidery of his ceremonial black kaftan, shimmering in the warm glow of the lanterns adorning each gilded pillar.
The Speaker of the Council continues to stare me down as she answers him. “If you must, Mr. Heimdalsson.”
“Thank you, my most benevolent lady,” he replies with a slight bow of his head. His wavy, honey blond hair brushing across his shoulders as it swings forward.
She finally draws her eyes away from mine. “Flattery is unnecessary, Lorens. Get to the point of your interruption.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but Miss Blackwood wasn’t the only one who miraculously stayed alive during that period, was she?” Lor questions, his voice filling the council chamber.
The Speaker’s dark brow arches upward. “Are you suggesting that this incident was part of the most recent Norn rebellion?”
“I don’t pretend to know for certain. But shouldn’t we at least hear Valeria’s account of what happened?”
“Very well.” The Speaker’s stern, dark eyes return to me, and I can tell she’s holding back her anger. “Valeria Freysdóttir, would you care to enlighten us as to why you felt justified in breaking the laws set forth by the Norns?”
Was Valeria really responsible for botching her reaping assignment or are the rebellious Norns up to their tricks again? And more importantly will the Valkyrie Council give her another chance?!
Find out when happenstance & runic magic collide in: Predestined Souls !