Bjorn Lothbrok Novels & Stories

I whisper. “Who. The. Fuck. Did. It?” He growls, his eyes going black with rage. “Ibatu, Brock needs to stay in control. Please give him back control.” I plead, knowing that his bear was taking over. Brock’s eyes close and they turn back to their beautiful honey color. “Who?” “It doesn’t matter, please just tell me what you meant in the car about Tiernan not being the only demigod.” “My great-great grandfather is Lugh, the God of justice/oath keeping/and nobility.”

as an account of his journey. 2,600 years ago, when the people of Decarabian rebelled, led by the Nameless Bard Barbatos (then known as "the Elf"), the Decarabian 's former lover Amos, and the Red-haired Warrior, when Clan Brunilderin, led by his current namesake Brunilderin, also takes part in the battle.

“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?”

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

"These two are Sazaar residents who were terrorized by Drake and his goons today. Mr. Grimwald defended them." Jackie smiled at us. "And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the don of the Excalibur, Torfinn Sundt." Torfinn Sundt? That name sounded far more intimidating than his appearance suggested. It carried a distinctly Viking air, far removed from whatever style he seemed to be aiming for. "An honor to meet you, Mr. Sundt! I hope you understand why I had to do what I did to Drake and the others. They were coercing good, innocent folks like the Candors. I couldn't abide it."

Even against all advice from Odin, Loki went crazy, he commanded and created a way to take power from the humans in the city, committed to ordering a war against the law, meanwhile, Harold Delphos married, Tsukiomi Amaterasu who according to the stories she said she was the very descendant of Amaterasu, the Japanese sun deity. What both were presented with by one of Odin's council demons, an ally demon named Amasteus and his ally, French mafia lady Veronika , when they were chosen to be his guardians and godparents, was what led to their having their last son descended from his lineage who was called Ragnar Lodbrok Amaterasu Delphos. This man called Harold Delphos, committed himself to leadi

kaia ‘s brows knit together, “how?” “Belief,” I say. “Devotion, someone thinks they’re holding it shut by sacrificing wolves. One at a time.” Gran goes very still. “Martyrdrom,” she whispers. “That was Bjorn’s favorite tool. And he learned from the best.. My father Thorfinn.” I push myself upright, despite the pain. “Let’s take a pause on the fucked up family tree for a moment, it’s not him.” Kaia tilts her head, looking at me. “How do you figure?”

He patted Douglas on the shoulder and said: “Go back and fix all the stuff you did. And now, back to the girl's business. " The Wolf King looked at Lily, his eyebrows furrowed: "What's your name?" “Sir, my name is Lily. I am a human being, Douglas…” Lily pointed at Douglas, saw her sharp eyes, and dropped her hand in fear, and continued: “His subordinates brought me to his place, while there was no one. My consent. He even chased and killed me until I fell onto the cliff. Fortunately, Elias saved me so I didn't get killed by the barbarians who wanted to eat people."

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

"Who would emerge victorious? Eryndor's thunderous roar sent shockwaves through the troop, his dark magic unleashing a maelstrom of fury. The ground trembled beneath their feet as he struggled to break free from Jack's spear. But Jack's grip held firm, his determination and strength fueled by his troop's safety. The spear's power coursed through him, amplifying his resolve. Jack's troops fought valiantly, but Eryndor's assault was relentless. One by one, they fell, their bodies battered and bruised. Thane, the beta, stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear. "Jack, we can't hold much longer!" Jack’s voice staggered. Luna's voice rose above the chaos, her howl a desperate cry for help. "Jack wol