Female Viking Names Novels & Stories

Lyric Pria’s Beta, a surly looking man called Emile (formerly Aemilius, as he told me) is behind the wheel. He’s taking turns with Haldor’s Beta Silja, to drive. I find it interesting that the viking wolves never felt the need to change their names, but everyone else did. “What was your ancient name?” I ask Noah. Across from us, sitting in seats facing us, Pria and Haldor smile at me like I’m some kind of adorable toddler or something.

Intro: The Viking Bride tells the story of Brynja, a fiercely independent woman, and Ulfrik, a brutal yet enigmatic Viking chieftain. After her village is raided, Brynja is taken as Ulfrik's captive and declared his bride, her life irrevocably changed by the warlord's claim.

she angled her body slightly to allow the girl to step forwards, "let me introduce you to my daughter, Liane." Liane is even more stunning up close. She has the same kind of golden hair that I do, but her’s is thrown into a mock mohawk on the top filled with tiny braids and backcombing that looks like it took ages. She truly resembles what I would picture a Viking queen looked like. Her whole body was thick with muscle but in a defined and capable, yet dainty, way. Her eyes were an impossibly soft colour of green that was fernlike in nature, and hard to not be drawn into.

"The Prince of Darkness and his wife will have another child. A girl." Elena blinked in surprise. Vlad froze. "A girl?" Elena murmured, touching her belly. "Yes." Isolde tilted her head, her eyes sparkling. "Her name will be Ravenna. And she will be extraordinary. Strong, fearless, and extremely like her aunt Valkiria... perhaps even too much so." Valkiria let out a loud, wild laugh. "Finally someone interesting in this family! I’m going to teach that girl how to rip out hearts before she even learns how to walk."

the manager explained the detail of the ring that caught Ashley's eyes. "Astrid? Ten million dollars?" Ashley gasped in amazement. "That ring was called Astrid, which means divinely beautiful," Miss Lily explained. Seeing the two women only focused their eyes on Astrid, Ashton went to join them. "Mr Grey, looks like Miss White is interested with Astrid. Should I take it out so she could try it on? What do you think?" Miss Lily spoke immediately right after Ashton reached them. "Oh, no no no... That's just too expensive. I'll just get a regular one," Ashley refused instantly, didn't want to trouble Ashton to buy her an over-priced wedding ring.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

That was the day she became a dark witch. Xena was a seer, a white witch. Xena had flawless fair skin and red fiery hair. Her eyes, however, were silver, showing she had gifts. She came from Norway and so the Vikings would seek her guidance, even though she was a child of only 13 years old. The Vikings favoured good fortune in battle, but Xena was never wrong with her omens and gifts. I came across Xena when she was a child in the forest that surrounded her village in Norway. I was in my wolf’s form at the time. She was healing a wounded stag. She wasn’t frightened at the fact that the stag could have gorged her, or that I was watching her. All she said to me was. “I’ve been waiting for you,

She looked at him angrily. “I am not who you think I am. My name is Maxine Croftfire and I am the captain of The Life. I am a Valkyrie,” she said. “Smart try,” William said, laughing. “The only thing is, we know too well that Valkyries don’t exist any longer and also…”

The first leader of both clans were once very close friends, some say they were siblings but either ways they had a very close relationship united in their quest to find the lost city of Eldarath. Then came when it was time for them to both claim a mate. According to history, the Viking Alpha had met a woman named Astrid first. She was a beautiful intelligent and fierce warrior from a neighboring clan. The Viking Alpha had taken a liking to her and she to him. They fell in love and soon became inseparable, but the leader of the Black Harem clan also had his eyes on Astrid. He claimed to have also met her first and with that a feud between the two friends began.

“Wish me luck!” “You got this,” I whispered. She pranced to the front, pricked her finger, and dropped her blood. The cauldron hissed. Smoke curled upward in a thick silver mist. “House Vargheim.” The crowd clapped. I grinned. Wolf girl. Knew it. She bounced back, glowing. “Did you SEE that? Omg! I’m a Vargheim bitch!” Then....“Isandra Haddock.”