Adventure Vikings Novels & Stories

Chapter 4: Legacy of the North The longships cut through the icy waters with determined purpose as the Northshield forces launched their decisive raid against the rival jarl’s stronghold. The wind whipped my braids, carrying the salt of the sea and the promise of battle. I stood at the prow alongside Gunnar, Leif, and Erik, my newly forged axe gripped firmly in my hands and a shield strapped to my arm. The full figure that had once marked me as vulnerable now felt like a source of grounded strength, my body honed by weeks of training and the unyielding support of my three kings. No longer a captive, I sailed as their companion, their advisor, and a warrior in my own right.

She wasn't aware of that fact. The Viking wolves often conducted their raids in the summer when it was safer and simpler for them to travel across the sea from their homeland of Norway. They would have farmed the land and produced animals for food for the remaining months of the year. For Viking wolves, displaying one's valor in battle through raiding was a great way to do so. Aside from that, rather than invading and returning home, many of the Viking wolves settled in the territories they had previously invaded. Viking wolves from around the world settled in a number of Scotland's islands and coastal areas. Raid has become part of the Viking wolves' culture, but for Rain's pack, injustice

Note: Events in this story are fictional and do not reflect actual Viking history. (900 AD – Before the Separation of Kingdoms) In the year 900 AD, before the Norse kingdoms split apart, there was one kingdom feared above all, Vikron. Its warriors were brutal. Their culture, violent. Yet, they were united. And at the center of that unity stood one man King Ragnor, named after the god of thunder himself. Ragnor led with blood and fire. His people raided distant lands, conquering village after village.

For many weeks, their healer laid in his bed, only leaving his room to stand at the highest point of the cairns to watch the sun rise higher each dawn while his beast sang its grief. The glacier did not retreat that year. Summer offered no warmth because of the wind. Ships returning from the southwest washed ashore as shattered wood. A single body was found floating between two icebergs. Vaesten had been crushed horribly with no blood in his corpse. Evrek reported they barely escaped the floating mountains of ice themselves. Faced with so much misfortune, the Daal and Valkra fought more than ever. They threw their anger at each other and the clan.

“Those berserkers, is it something you could tell me more about ?” “Sure, definitely. I read quite a lot. There is this Irish home page”. Now with him being in his element as the smart nerd, he seems to deal better with his destiny or at least forget it for a while. His eyes are shining excitedly, as his fingers run over the iPad. “It tells a lot about how they won fights for the vikings. And some things about those witches”. “So maybe we can learn more about them too”. I lean over the table, looking at the page Andreas has found.

, baffled some. Set went in search of the outskirts of the capital, near distant villages, a place to take a bath; his search paid off, he found an inn, near the hairpin of a forest, the guests of the inn looked suspiciously towards Set, since seeing his diligence, it was noticed that he was someone important, he asked for a room, after showering, he changed clothes, low to eat something, after a while, I hear something that caught his attention, -"my crops have been razed by something, the truth, all the neighbors are trying to contact the guild to talk to the gentlemen, but they say that they will only agree if they are paid a thousand gold coins, that it's fair payment, for riski

He’s much like me, and I am so proud of my viking for offering to help him. “You will! I would love to learn,” Jared stood, smiling excitedly at Davis. “Perfect. Let’s go.” Jared’s eyes widen in surprise, but I was grinning from ear to ear, loving this interaction. My viking is this great man, who’s willing to take in the beaten and bruised and teach them to defend themselves, to rise from the ashes of their life and take claim of it. He’s a great man, one I am lucky to have in my life. Thank God for Liv, because without her I would have never met Davis, would have never seen my brother be happy, or would never have had a little niece to dote over. Liv is this set of siblings salvation.

His eyes seem as if they are about to pop out. Ario instantly lets go of the rope and lands on the ground. Grabbing Alan’s hands who has been standing near, he runs towards his men. He has been waving his hand while approaching them. Although they’ve barely understood what he’s trying to say, they realise it when they see the viking king falling to his knees. His huge body is about to crash on the ground. Even the other vikings are running for their lives, so they also try to imitate them by rushing towards their ship.

Nodding herself, Lynnette's expression softened into a gentle smile, “and I'd end up still hating you, without any justification for it. I can certainly understand why our leader wanted us to see more of the world. Even if I still know so little; I am glad to have met you two.” “You say that now,” Vaughan chimed in, “but wait until his Majesty fancies going on another adventure, without even telling you where he is going, or for how long.” He glared at Fenryn as he said this, then continued with, “you will wish you could tie him to his damned throne.” With a smirk, Fenryn said jokingly, jabbing a chicken leg in Vaughan's direction, “you have some strange ideas about me, my friend.” Grumbling