Valkyrie the Vampire Princess for Girls

By Pet TorreS

Valkyrie is a young girl who has been raised only by her mother, who has suffered a lot by getting pregnant without knowing who the real father of her daughter was.
Valkyrie grew up having recurring strange dreams about a man she has never seen in her life.
When she meets Eros, a handsome and attractive boy, mystery becomes part of her everyday life.
Some nights, she sleeps with an owl watching her.
Wondrous revelations come as time wears on, changing her life forever...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pet TorreS
• Release date: Feb 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310712838

Pet TorreS

Pet TorreS is the pseudonym created by the author with the initials of her real name and surname.The author is a young woman who was born in the interior of Rio de Janeiro. She attended the Fashion Design faculty.However, Pet TorreS has been writing novels since she was 10 years old. In 2008 alone, she decided to pursue her career as a self-published author and expose to the world her beautiful love stories.One of your dreams is to be eternalized by her works.Pet TorreS is also a porter of Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. She came to discover it just a few years ago and these illnesses have shaken up her daily routine to continue writing beautiful novels.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

It all started in 1991, when my mother became pregnant. My father had always been an enigma for me.

I never knew about his existence; who he was... how he was similar to me and where he came from.

My mother did not like talking about him. She just said he was a big error in her life. Even so, I did not know exactly why she always said that to me.

I grew up in a narrow world, where my mother constantly imposed all the rules of what I should or should not do. I always asked myself if she was making the right decision by educating me that way, since my colleagues were educated in another way. Even so, I never countered her, as I thought she was the only person I had in my life. She was the most important person to me.

The two of us lived in a house, in a town called...

This does not matter. What does matter is that I moved away from towns time and time again, almost always.

It seemed my mother never wanted to establish roots in any one place. I thought she lived running away from something or somebody. Maybe she was fleeing my father...

However I keep in mind when I was seven, I began to have strange dreams and they were always of the same scenes. There was a man in a dark place. It was an empty hall with several cobwebs on the ceiling and the ground was replete with dust.

That was a dark and unknown place for me. I did not get to see his face, but I could hear his voice calling my name.

VALKYRIE... VALKYRIE...

It was a far and tremulous voice. It was as if he was distant from me and he tried to communicate with me by telepathy. Every time I dreamed of him, I awakened with heavy breathing. It seemed so real - everything that I had dreamed of.

Nevertheless, I grew up fearing to those dreams. It made no sense for me to have them.

The following day, I told everything to my mother while she made our breakfast. My mother was accustomed to hear me saying her about my dreams, since I was a little girl.

"I dreamed of him again,’’ I took a deep breath and said to her as I took a seat at the table. I was in my nightgown and my hair was fixed by a bun.

She glanced to my face.

What have you dreamed this time? my mother asked me, intrigued. She stared at my face as I said her.

The same as always; he just calls my name, I answered as I took my milk. But I had not tasted my milk like I should. I was thinking about my dream. They looked to want to let me know something significant in my real life.

CHAPTER 2

We went into the car and drove to another town. It seemed to be less populous. The town center looked very scenic. It was small and empty. I could calculate on my fingers the number of people that walked around the place.

We stopped driving at a gas station to fill up our car. My mother asked the attendant where there might be accommodation to rent at an affordable price. My mother had some savings that would maintain us for a long time. That was the fruit from an inheritance of our family. The attendant indicated to us a residence which took twenty minutes from the town center.

When we arrived at the house, my mother agreed to rent it because there was antique furniture, however quite conserved. There was a fabulous backyard with several trees. I saw fruits that I had never known and I would get to know them.

We entered into the house and we unpacked our suitcases. Then I went into my room and my mother went into hers. My room was comfortable. There was a single bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table with a mirror, bed-carpet and curtain on the window.

Later on I went to speak to my mother in the backyard. Our backyard was amazing. There were several trees in fruit. I felt its pure air into my lungs.

You need to enroll me at high school. I said my mother as she was with her back to me. Her fingers touched a red fruit on a tree. I could see happiness on my mother’s face.

Her eyes flashed back to me. I’ll do that tomorrow. Finally she said without looking back at me.

It was my final year at high school. I was about to complete my school experience.

Even though I kept running from town to town, I never repeated any year at school. On the contrary, I was considered to be the best student in my class.

CHAPTER 3

I arrived at my new school. I was carrying my new notebook and necessary objects for my first lesson for the day.

I walked through the school courtyard, which was immense. I noticed that every pupil stared at me. They most likely knew I was a freshman. I did not really want to make friends at this point as I wanted to be alone.

As soon as I entered into my classroom, I was introduced to all the students by the school mistress. I was already used to that kind of reception, since I attended several schools in several cities.

My classroom was small and there were only a few pupils. It was better that way. I kept to myself even with many people round me.

At the end of class, I walked slowly to the female toilet. I was menstruating and needed to check myself.

When I arrived at the bathroom door, I saw a girl from my class. She looked at herself in the mirror all the time, as she threw her hair from side to side, trying to look more beautiful.

I stopped looking at her as soon as I noticed she looked at me through the mirror. Then she turned to face me and said, Hi, my name is Mirta.

Hi... Mirta. I said in break in proceedings. I had no habit of making friends so rapid at school. Actually took several days to do that.

What do you think of this school? she asked me while she looked me over from head to foot. It was as if she thought I was not up to her style and fashion standard.

... Ok... I said what came in my mind. But I still looked confused at all. My timidity always made me act like this. I had no opinion why I was so timid in my entire life. I always wanted myself to be sociable with people.

Let’s be friends? she asked me as she leapt for joy.

Yes... sure! Almost immediately I responded robotically. I did not know her well enough for us to be friends so fast. But it would be indelicate on my part, if I did not accept her friend request. Then was sure I should give a ‘Yes’.

Fine! Mirta gave me a strong embrace, while she commemorated our friendship’s