Bjorn: The Fell-Handed

Bjorn Gydlin,, the rebellious son of surface trader, Captain Radoon Gydlin endures dreams of places he hasn’t seen, and disasters that haven’t happened. When he visits Below with his father, and runs head-on into physical wonders, unnecessary violence, and prejudice toward surface dwellers, the links between dreams and reality trigger his desire to bring a change to the here and now as well as the future. But, as always, change never comes without a price.

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 .

Bastard son of Oskar Ungart, Ulfgar grew up an outcast amongst a brotherly society. Never fitting in with his half-brothers, the legitimate children of the Ungart clan, he spent many days by himself. Un-sculpted by his culture he was left to his own interests. This in return pushed him farther away from his father and his clan. Ulfgar Ungart chose to pursue wizardry and necromancy in his hate filled lust for power and revenge. scorned for his chosen path his father ridiculed and banished him from his home lands. With his pride in tatters and his mothers death spurring him on his way he left to his uncles. It was there he heard of Witch Mountain and the hermit who dwelled in the forest. Ulfgar knew this was his chance to grab ahold of his dreams and finally become the wizard he knew he was.

Evren Draven was born with a mark no one could explain. For nineteen years it remained silent. Then ancient ruins buried beneath the northern mountains awaken, and the symbol hidden on his chest begins to burn. Pearl Ashbourne has spent her life hunting monsters and uncovering forgotten history. When several Wardens vanish near the newly discovered ruins, she is sent north to investigate what lies beneath the mountains. The mission should have been simple. Instead, every answer leads to another question. Why do the ruins react to Evren? Why do ancient symbols seem to recognize Pearl? And why do forbidden records speak of a forgotten race erased so completely that even their name should no longer exist? As buried secrets rise to the surface, Evren and Pearl uncover a conspiracy older than kingdoms, older than Lycans, and perhaps older than the gods themselves. Someone has been manipulating events for centuries. Someone has been waiting for them since before they were born. And if the truth is revealed, the world may never be the same again.

The city had always belonged to the rich and cruel. They knew this. But Elio had been naive, thinking he could do things by the book, believing in the power of the law. Until he was locked away for a crime he didn't commit and forsaken to rot. While Morrin, taken as a child, never had the luxury of naivety. And now, having fled from those who forged him into a weapon, he wants nothing to do with it all. When these two collide, both damaged, baring teeth, it doesn't go well. But they are forced together by plans of their revenge and escape respectively when it turns out that the same man stands in both their way. In the merciless wake of their shared enemy, they are confronted with harsh truths. They realise that Morrin may lose his freedom, and Elio’s pain-filled years may have truly been wasted. At a crossroads, they each realise that getting their goal comes with a devastating sacrifice and a heart-wrenching choice to give up the other. Who will do it? Will the destruction be mutual? Or will one be left loyal, damned, with a gaping hole in his chest?

Eloise never thought that she would be chosen, even by her own family, she did not think that the Elf king would see her and genuinely care for her. Not like she cared for it though, or at least that was what she told herself over and over. She did not care, she had gotten over it. The betrayal from her parents, the back stabbing from her sister and even worse, her mate. With the chance to make things right, Eloise grabs at the opportunity, deciding not to waste her time to the worthless piece of trash that was her mate and life was… Perfect. Except one small thing people of the Elf realm were happy with the mating pair, the couple decides to do everything in their power to fight against all But what happens when love isn’t enough? * “look into my eyes” he grabbed my face, making me look nowhere else but at him. “say it, say that you want me and would not let me go” he begged, his voice carrying this harshness but his eyes… “say that you would not let me go or I swear by the heavens, I would not let you go until you do” his hands on my thigh suddenly became too hot, making it impossible to breathe properly. “Dren… ” my voice came out a whisper. holding on to him not planning to let him go. “I need you to get the hell out” I was breathing heavily, “then say it” he carried my second leg around him, making the only thing holding him up the wall and his huge frame. “say it like you mean it” something in his eyes screamed hungry, making me bite my lips in anticipation. “say it my precious, don’t make me wait…