All Chapters of THE BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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CHAPTER 41 - THE PAIN THAT SPEAKS IN SILENCE

THE PAIN THAT SPEAKS IN SILENCEThe tent smelled of smoke, roasted meat, and the lingering sharp tang of spilled wine. Lanterns swayed gently in the warm night air, throwing shadows that danced across the canvas walls. Latina’s wrists burned where the ropes bit into her skin, her chest heaving with each breath.Enzo pressed the poisoned cup against her lips. His eyes flicked to Lucia’s son, seeking silent approval.“Drink,” Lucia’s son said, calm, measured. “Do not make this more painful than it needs to be.”Latina glared at him, defiance etched across her face. “You can’t do this,” she spat. “I am not yours to command. You son of a bitch, bastard son of a thousand father latina cursed breathing heavy…No matter how fierce or strong a woman is…her tongue is hardly tamed….Lucia's son said“Shut it,” Enzo snapped, his hand tightening. He tilted the cup and forced it against her lips. Latina gagged, choking as the liquid slid down her throat. Her stomach clenched violently. Her vision s

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

CHAPTER 42 - THE DAY PALERMO LEARNED HOW TO SCREAM

THE DAY PALERMO LEARNED HOW TO SCREAM Latina did not scream when death finally reached her. By then, screaming was useless. Her body lay stretched across the dirt, breath shallow, skin damp with sweat and ash. The poison had taken its time—hours of burning veins, ruptured breath, muscles locking and unlocking like a cruel game. Her eyes remained open, glassy but alert, watching the silhouettes above her as if she were memorizing them for another life. Enzo knelt first. “She’s going,” he said quietly. Lucia’s son stood over her, arms folded, expression unreadable. He had watched stronger men beg. He had watched enemies cry for mercy. Latina did neither. She smiled at him. Barely. “You never… ruled me,” she whispered, blood at the corner of her mouth. Lucia’s son leaned closer. “No,” he replied softly. “But you taught us where to strike.” Her chest rose once. Then fell. Nothing followed. Silence swallowed the tent. Enzo reached for her wrist, fingers pressing against col

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CHAPTER 43 - WHEN BLOOD ANSWERS BLOOD

WHEN BLOOD ANSWERS BLOOD Lucia’s son was seated on a low stone bench outside the war tent when the first man came running. The guard stumbled, breath torn from his lungs, armor half-fastened as if he had fled before permission could be given. “My lord—” Lucia’s son barely looked up. “Slow down.” The guard dropped to one knee. “Your mother… Vanguard has taken her.” Silence. Enzo, seated beside Lucia’s son, stiffened. Lucia’s son did not react. He stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on nothing. “Say that again,” he said calmly. The guard swallowed. “Lucia has been captured. Vanguard seized the palace. He replaced her guards. He—” Lucia’s son stood so suddenly the bench scraped backward. “Leave,” he said flatly. The guard blinked. “My lord—” “I said leave.” The man fled. Enzo turned sharply. “You think it’s a lie?” Lucia’s son’s jaw clenched. “Vanguard wouldn’t dare.” Before Enzo could respond, footsteps thundered again. Another man. Then another. Servants. Guards. Women

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CHAPTER 44 - WHEN POWER FORGETS IT IS WATCHED

WHEN POWER FORGETS IT IS WATCHEDThe smell of crushed leaves and bitter herbs clung to the air like a second skin.Lucia’s son lay half-reclined on a bed of woven mats beneath the open tent, sweat slicking his temples, breath shallow and uneven. The poison still whispered through his veins—slow, cunning, refusing to be rushed. Mandy knelt beside him, grinding dark roots against stone with methodical patience.“You’re not supposed to be awake,” she said without looking up.Lucia’s son smiled faintly. “Then you’re not supposed to look this worried.”How did you end up in this small village…Lucia's son asked . Where is your family?My parents and I were traveling. I can't remember where we were heading to, it was quite a long time. I was little …. My parents were robbed of everything they had and they were stuck in the neighboring village. My parents later got killed and that was how I was left alone. and that was how I got started with mixing roots and herbs for wounded soldiers for

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CHAPTER 45- THE THRONE OF BLOOD

The Throne of BloodThe palace halls echoed with the sharp clack of boots as Vanguard strode through, his cloak sweeping behind him like a storm cloud. His guards flanked him, silent, obedient—but their eyes flickered with unease. A woman knelt in the corridor, her dress torn at the shoulder, her dark hair spilling over her face. She was the wife of a merchant who had refused to pay his taxes. Vanguard stopped. "Look at me," he commanded. She lifted her chin, defiance burning in her gaze. "You think your husband’s defiance makes you brave?" Vanguard mused, crouching before her. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, then tightened. "Or just foolish?" She spat at his feet. Vanguard laughed—low, dangerous. He yanked her to her feet, dragging her toward an open chamber. The guards knew better than to follow. The door slammed shut behind them. Inside, the woman struggled, but Vanguard was stronger. He shoved her against the wall, his breath hot against her neck. "You

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CHAPTER 46 - THE QUIET WAR.

THE QUIET WAR Lucia’s son stood up. Mandy’s hand shot out immediately. “Don’t.” He ignored it. His knees locked for a heartbeat. Pain flared sharp and hot through his ribs. Mandy’s fingers hovered inches from his arm, ready to catch him when he fell . He didn’t. He straightened slowly, jaw clenched, breathing controlled. Sweat beaded at his temple, but his feet stayed planted. Mandy studied him like a puzzle that refused to behave. “You’re pushing it.” He rolled his shoulders once. “I can breathe without coughing blood.” “That’s not the same as healed.” He met her eyes. “It’s enough.” She cursed under her breath and stepped back, folding her arms. “If you drop dead, I’m not bringing you back.” He smiled faintly. “You’ll try.” He's recovering Mandy muttered to Enzo. By dusk, the fire was lit—but small. No songs. No cheering. No drunken men. Lucia’s son chose them carefully. Men with scars that never faded. Youths who watched more than they spoke. Fighters who knew whe

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

CHAPTER 47 - RUMORS HAVE TEETH.

RUMORS HAVE TEETHThe rumor did not arrive politely.It came the way all dangerous things did—whispered first, then repeated louder, then spoken with certainty by people who had no proof but absolute belief.Guerrero Valenti was alive.Not merely alive.Bigger. Richer. Deadlier.They said his empire had multiplied tenfold. That his shadow now reached ports that had never known his name before. Those men who once mocked him now paid tribute just to breathe.By noon, the rumor reached Lucia’s son.A scout burst into the camp, breathless. “My lord—people are talking.”Lucia’s son looked up slowly. “People always talk.”“This is different,” the scout insisted. “They say Guerrero Valenti lives. That he’s grown… powerful. Stronger than before.”Enzo stiffened immediately. “That’s impossible.”“Is it?” Lucia’s son asked quietly.“They say his wealth rivals kingdoms now,” the scout continued. “That his armies move without banners. That he’s watching Palermo.”The fire crackled between them

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CHAPTER 48- THE COUNTING OF WOMEN

THE COUNTING OF WOMEN The celebration ended the way it began. With silence. The music died first. Then the laughter—forced, brittle—collapsed into nothing. Lanterns still burned, but no one looked at them anymore. Vanguard stood, adjusting his cloak, eyes sweeping over the final line of women. “That one,” he said lazily, pointing. “And her.” “And… yes. You.” A guard stepped forward. “You’ve chosen twenty-seven, my lord.” Vanguard smiled. “Number them.” The women flinched. A scribe dipped his quill. “You,” he said, pointing at a trembling girl. “You are Twelve.” Another woman swallowed hard. “Please—my lord, I—” “Twenty-One,” the scribe cut in coldly. Numbers replaced names. The chosen women were herded together, guards forming a wall around them. Behind them, families stood frozen. A husband reached for his wife’s hand. A guard slammed a spear between them. “Step back.” The man’s voice cracked. “Please. She’s all I have.” Vanguard didn’t even look at him. “Remove

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CHAPTER 49 - LUCIA'S SON'S FIRST S*X

LUCIA'S SON'S FIRST S*X The soft glow of the evening lamp cast warm shadows across Lucia's son's room as Mandy, the dedicated healer, arrived for her routine check-up on Lucia's son. He was having a discussion with Enzo , he was shirtless is abs were always bare Mandy thought to herself, when she knelt beside him with a gentle smile. Her hands, warm and steady, began their examination, starting with his ribs. She pressed her fingers lightly against the firm contours of his chest, feeling the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. 'Any discomfort here?' she asked softly, her touch firm yet caring as she probed along the edges of his ribcage. He shifted slightly, a faint wince crossing his face. 'Just a little,' he admitted, his voice low. Mandy nodded, her expression focused as she moved her hands lower, to the side of his stomach. Her palms slid over the taut skin, pressing in deliberate circles to assess any tenderness. The warmth of her touch seeped through his thin

Last Updated : 2026-01-01

CHAPTER 50 - MISSING EMPRESS/VANGUARD'S DECREE

MISSING EMPRESS The guard woke with his face pressed to stone. For a heartbeat, he didn’t understand why the floor felt so cold—or why his tongue was thick, his head splitting open from the inside. Then memory rushed back like a blade. The cell. Lucia. He scrambled to his feet and staggered toward the bars. They were open. The cell was empty. “No… no, no, no—” His shout tore through the corridor. Other guards stumbled out, half-dressed, eyes bloodshot, mouths tasting of bitter herbs. One looked inside the cell and went pale. “She’s gone.” Silence followed. Then chaos. Steel clanged. Boots pounded. Men ran in every direction at once, shouting orders no one could follow. “Search the west wing!” “Check the stairwells!” “Lock the gates—now!” Some guards dropped to their knees, hands shaking so badly they couldn’t hold their spears. “She was here,” one kept repeating. “She was here last night.” Another began sobbing openly. “He’ll kill us. He’ll skin us alive.” One man

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