Adventure Vikings Novels & Stories

“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?”

IT HAS BEEN a week since the Vikings went on the raid that King Ragnar had told Sophie about and nothing much happened ever since. She heard that they were planning on raiding Paris whom a priest from Wessex had told King Ragnar about. She had never got the chance to meet that famous priest she had been hearing about yet, and she hoped she would once they were back if they ever made it back as she knew how strong the Franks were from the few months she had spent there with them.

, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Replace his entire team. Maids, secretary, assistants. Anyone that breathes near him. Quietly. They shouldn't even know they've been infiltrated. We do this the Vikings way—tight and quiet." "Understood. You want me to tap his phones and emails too?" "Everything. And start looking into his finances. Offshore accounts, political allies, blackmail targets. I want the whole damn map of his empire." Knox whistled low. "You're not planning to just win her back, are you? You're planning to bring him down." "I'm planning to protect what’s mine." I leaned against the desk, staring at the framed photo of the club’s founding fathers. My hand clenched into a fist. "She

They are armored and they have this hat with horns. Vikings? I blinked when I saw a strange and huge ship. Even though the painting was old, I knew it was Vikings because of their clothing. Elijah has always had long hair. Vikings are very old. They're from Southern Scandinavia which is Denmark, Sweden, and Norway now and they existed like 800 years after death. This must be the oldest painting here! And he's already alive in those ages? 800 years after the death of Christ! If I think that he was already alive in this world before things were discovered, I feel that he is already too much of a sign, even if he doesn't look like it.

"Welcome to the Ӕgir's Captive." Kirsty frowned at his words until she saw the name painted on the end of the boat. She turned to ask Sven about the odd name, but he was busy speaking with his brothers. She looked out at the sea as far as it stretched. On the other side of its choppy waters lay the wild and mysterious land that born these men. It might seem odd to think of Sweden in those terms but remembering the Viking's from British history, their Norse gods and surrounded by these men, the place seemed anything but civilized.