What Happened To Ragnar'S Sons In Vikings?

"Little bunny, little bunny. Wolf is HUNGRY!" The voice taunted me, followed by an evil cackle. * "Run, rabbit. RUN!" A monstrous bellow boomed through the night sky and crashed into my soul like a sledgehammer. I could feel a chill sweeping across my body and my heart pounding in my chest. The echoes of howls and laughter followed me from behind as I ran for my life. ** Elisabeth's life had been harder than most since she was a child--a distant and often cruel mother and her never-ending cycle of addiction that had taken over her life. But on this fateful night, something far more sinister was lurking in the darkness, ready to take her away from it all. Massive figures appeared out of nowhere, growling and taunting her. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out; before she knew it, she was waking up in a world where Viking werewolves ruled with mysterious faeries at their side. Every five years, they traveled to the human realm, collecting ten girls for their mate run--and tonight, Elisabeth was one of them. With only a white dress and her bare feet, Elisabeth stood beside the other nine girls as the beasts prowled around them menacingly. A silver dagger pierced each of our wrists, signaling the start of the hunt! “We honor the moon goddess; let your blood lead your mate to you!”

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 .

When an Alpha of a pack has two sons on the same day, a duel will be held, and the winner of the fight becomes the next Alpha. Ash, a fiery Omega maid was at the arena, carrying out her duties when she perceived the most pleasant smell ever, "Mate!" Her wolf growled inside her. Not caring about the punishment she would suffer, she abandoned her duty post and followed the smell... She was astonished and stopped with fear when she saw her mate was one of the Quinn brothers. The infamous Viking Devil that drinks beer from the skulls of those he had killed... Their eyes locked and he whispered to her. "Mate!" They walked towards each other. But instead of claiming her like he should, he walked past her to embrace another she-wolf behind her. Her sworn enemy. "Mate!" Her heart thudded painfully when she heard them say to each. It was a conspiracy that began decades before they were both born. A conspiracy they were determined to unravel or die trying.

“You both have the same face but I know who made my heart fall in love” The Royal pack of wolves has stood against the test of time, as their current leader Alpha King Vincent and his mate Luna Ashley. Until she gave birth to twins, two wolves who made their family complete but full of challenges. Alpha King Vincent is extremely glad and proud of his two sons. They grow up to be strong and powerful as him, and both are equally good-looking too creating havoc against the heart of the she-wolves who fall under their charm at just a drop of a hat. Nick and Brad,are both heirs to the throne but only one will rule after his father. Since they were young they have to vie with each other and were capable to be declared as the Alpha of the pack until Alpha King Vincent started an ordeal. Whoever found his mate first will be declared as his sole heir to the throne and the leader of the Royal pack. For there could only be one true Alpha King that would protect the wolves of the Royal pack and also all the wolves that walk the earth.

“He’s not yours,” I said, each word slicing through him like glass. Valentine stared at me, stunned, like I’d slapped him. Maybe I should’ve. That would’ve been easier than this. I thought I’d buried the past the day I ran—pregnant, heartbroken, and alone. Valentine Hale was the love of my life… until he shattered it. He never knew I was carrying his child. He never tried to find me. I raised our son alone. But fate doesn’t forget. Now I’m back in the one place I swore I’d never return to. And Valentine? He’s here. He’s looking at me like he still feels it. Valentine- She was human. Off-limits. But I touched her anyway. Loved her. Marked her. Then I walked away before the pack could find out. Before I destroyed us both. But now, Vivian’s back—with a kid who smells like me. But now I bear a secret, a curse from my father the previous alpha and I cannot risk their lives. I need to protect them. I need them. I feel it in my blood. He’s mine. She’s mine. They both always were.

At the pack's coming-of-age trial, my son, Dorian Terrell, earns a top-tier wolf evaluation, breaking a decade-long pack record. As the Alpha, my mate, Brad Terrell, is beside himself with joy and immediately talks about setting Dorian up as a sparring partner for his first love's son, Finlyn Graham. But the moment Brad hears the speech Dorian prepared for the award ceremony, his smile freezes. The speech centers on Brad, but it is anything but grateful. Dorian wrote, "On the day I came of age, my body shattered from the pain of my first forced shift, while he stayed on the phone, patiently guiding his first love's son on how to harness that power. "He spoke all night while I screamed in agony, and not once did he look back. During this trial, I ran into a pack of frenzied leopards and sent out a bloodline distress call. But he severed the link, leaving me to fight for my life. "All because his first love's son broke down during his own trial, and he had to rush off to soothe him. He is no longer my father. From this day on, he is only the pack's Alpha." Brad slams his hand onto the table, shattering the crystal glass in rage. "I'm the Alpha of this entire pack! Protecting every pup is my duty! Finlyn is gifted. It'd be a tragedy if he failed his trial over an emotional breakdown! You made it out alive anyway, so do you really need to humiliate me like this at the ceremony?" Dorian looks at him calmly, the deep reverence in his eyes entirely gone. "You're right. So, Alpha Brad, just go and protect your delicate genius."