THE BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS
BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm—but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother’s resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night—rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father’s return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood … the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
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Chapter: CHAPTER NINE - INCREASED SPARKS Night returned to Palermo with a heavy stillness, the kind that settled deep in the bones. Lucia lit only one candle in her room. Its flame flickered, restless like her thoughts. Her son had finally fallen asleep after hours of intense training. Enzo had collapsed in the hallway chair, dagger resting loosely in his hand, guarding them even in sleep. The entire house breathed in quiet exhaustion. Lucia brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and exhaled. The day had been long, tense, and filled with questions she did not want to face. A soft tap broke the silence. Not on the window. Not on the door. Inside the room. Lucia froze. Her eyes snapped to the left. Vanguard stood in the shadow beside her wardrobe. He had not opened a door. He had not made a sound. But he was inside her room, watching her as if he had been standing there for minutes. Lucia’s spine straightened instantly. What are you doing here? Vanguard stepped out of the shadow, his presence swallowing the room.
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHT - SPARKS OF FIRE The first rays of morning light slipped through the curtains, brushing across Lucia’s face. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. For the first time in hours, silence surrounded her. No moans. No choking breaths. No bodies collapsing in the dark. Just the deceptive calm of dawn. She stretched, feeling the ache deep in her bones from yesterday’s tension. Her feet touched the cool floor and she rose with a soft exhale. Maybe the night had passed without further danger. She walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside. A face waited for her. Vanguard. Not inches away. Not across the yard. Directly in front of her window. He stood tall, calm, and unblinking, his expression unreadable. His face filled her view so suddenly that any normal person would have screamed. Lucia did not flinch. Good morning my lady. Hope you slept well, Vanguard said with a relaxed smile. Lucia stared back, unimpressed, her silence louder than his greeting. She pushed the window wider and stepped aside.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVEN - SPARKS OF FIRE The first rays of morning light slipped through the curtains, brushing across Lucia’s face. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. For the first time in hours, silence surrounded her. No moans. No choking breaths. No bodies collapsing in the dark. Just the deceptive calm of dawn.She stretched, feeling the ache deep in her bones from yesterday’s tension. Her feet touched the cool floor and she rose with a soft exhale. Maybe the night had passed without further danger.She walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside.A face waited for her.Vanguard.Not inches away. Not across the yard.Directly in front of her window.He stood tall, calm, and unblinking, his expression unreadable. His face filled her view so suddenly that any normal person would have screamed. Lucia did not flinch.Good morning my lady. Hope you slept well, Vanguard said with a relaxed smile.Lucia stared back, unimpressed, her silence louder than his greeting.She pushed the window wider and stepped aside. Her eyes sw
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIX - FIRE, BLOOD AND MISTLucia froze.Her entire body tightened like a bow ready to snap. Enzo’s shaking hand pointed toward the far corner of the nursery, where the soft night lamp flickered weakly, casting strange shadows across the torn curtains.“There…” Enzo whispered, voice cracked and thin.Lucia stepped forward slowly, her boots sinking into broken toys and shards of glass. Smoke still drifted from the hallway, carrying the scent of fire and charred wood. Rain tapped against the half shattered window, steady and cold, like a heartbeat reminding her she was still alive.Then she saw it.Her son.Small. Silent.Curled beneath the crib.Sleeping.But not where she left him.Lucia’s vision blurred, not from tears but from a rage so sharp it felt like her blood had turned into knives. She lunged forward and scooped him up, trembling arms closing around the warm little body as if she could fuse him back into her chest.Then she saw the cloth.A piece of red fabric was tied to the child’s tiny wrist.Red.Th
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVE - FIRE AND BLOOD FIRE AND BLOOD The night hit Palermo like a fist. Rain spattered against the palazzo’s shutters, mingling with the scent of smoke and gunpowder. Lucia Romano moved through the halls with the practiced grace of someone who had lived a lifetime among predators, but tonight, the predators were coming to her.The first shots rang out like the cracking of a whip. Metal screamed against metal as bullets shredded the reinforced doors. Enzo Santoro and a handful of loyal lieutenants leapt into action, dragging the boy from the nursery as chaos erupted around them.“They’re inside!” Enzo barked, firing a shot through a door that had already been splintered by a high-caliber round.Lucia’s pulse pounded in rhythm with the gunfire. She grabbed a pair of pistols from the cabinet, cold steel burning her palms. Every sense screamed danger. Every shadow could hide death.The attackers moved fast, masked and armed with military precision. They had studied her holdings, learned the weak points. They
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR- THE CITY BREATHS BLOODTHE CITY BREATHES BLOODPalermo’s nights were thick, suffocating, alive with menace. Rain turned the lamps into streaks of fire in the black void. Smoke rose from kitchens, from clubs, from the secret corners where men planned, bargained, and killed without hesitation. And in the center of it all, Lucia Romano moved like a predator wearing the skin of a queen.She had learned the city’s rhythm: when to strike, when to retreat, when to allow chaos to feed her power. Yet now, every step carried the weight of whispers, of judgments, of Palermo sensing cracks in her armor.The boy lay in the nursery, restless as always. At six months, he had become more than a child; he was an echo of Guerrero Valenti, a living spark of fire in a fragile body. Lucia watched him crawl, small fingers grasping the edge of the crib, eyes sharp, alive, aware. Every movement reminded her of what she had lost and what the city might take if she faltered.“Do you see him, Enzo?” she asked, voice low and controlle
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