Female Viking Names Novels & Stories

Brenna interrupted. "—and now you're saying you've got nothing?" Helena, who had come with a notebook entitled 'Names That Change the World', brandished it like a banner. "I've practiced for this. Top of the list are: Astrid, Cordelia, Juniper, Persephone— "She's not a Greek goddess," Brenna complained. "She could be," Helena replied. "Have you seen her eyelashes?" Lily ignored them both, never once taking her gaze from Vandaulf. "Seriously, love. This is your moment. What's her name?"

he cried, “the seer spoke a prophecy of a warlock princess who is also a lycan, a child of Freyja, born under the blood moon and destined to unite the packs of the Southern region beneath the rule of the one who controlled her fate. A prophecy that predicted her name would be born in the flames of the gods. For twenty years, I have searched for this maiden, hunted for the woman who’d unify our packs against our mutual adversary, Alpha Maximus of Ironclaw Dominion of the Northern region.” The pack shuffled restlessly, several screaming out insults at the Alpha who ruled over the Northern region. “Many of you have asked why I would mate this woman when I have a mate such as Lyra,” he said

However she recognized a name that was written in an arch across the top. The first one she read said Fenrisúlfr then Vánagandr, before Hróðvitnir. All names she’d seen in the research that she did. One phrase she picked out as well had a name in it. Stating that here within lay Fenrir, bound by glipenir and with blade and chain he would be held until Ragnarok. She was surprised she read it so well, like it clicked in her brain. Like she could always read it. Maybe that should have been a red flag to her, but she felt kind of excited and started to walk around the thing. That scientific geek part of her driving her onward.

She wasn't nearly as bad as Mrs Helvig because she didn't participate in more dangerous activities against the law but Laura definitely had the adrenaline junkie genes from her mom. Before she was married to this tightwad, Mrs Helvig was a free-spirited young lady who started her own biker gang, famous for terrorising the highways and outracing the police. Having a female biker wasn't very common but Mrs Helvig proved that she could outrace any man on two wheels and earned herself the nickname "Freya". She never wore a helmet when she rode and the flaming red hair fluttering in the wind made her look like the charismatic Nordic goddess of war.

My mother and Eric's mother were Scandinavians and they were also best friends. My mother was of Vikings descent. They're the Norsemen raiders and warriors, that was why I was named Thor, the most widely-known powerful god of thunder, known for his bravery, strength, and healing powers? Eric's mother was the first to move to America when she got mated to an American who came to Denmark for business. The month her best friend left, my mom followed suit. Not because she also found her mate in an American shifter but because she missed her best friend

“I could stay right here like this forever.” “Yeah?” She rolled her hips and he exhaled, hard. “Forever, huh?” “Not if you keep doing that,” he said through gritted teeth. “Really?” She moved faster, her body tightening and releasing on his cock. “Why not?” “Iris…” “Elle.” Viking’s heart stopped dead in his chest, then started beating again double-time. Had she just – “Your name is Elle?” “Yes.” She lowered her face to his, whispered against his lips. “And I know that you have another name, but frankly, I think ‘Viking’ suits you better than whatever name you were born with.”

Anyone who had studied the basics of Norse Mythology knew that Loki had three children with a giantess who became the mother of monsters. There was Fenrir, a gigantic and ferocious wolf, the huge serpent, Jörmungandr, and their daughter, Hel. Hel looked exactly as described. A smaller woman sat on her lap with her face buried in the Demon Queen’s neck. Fenrir nodded and strode down the red carpet as though it were he who ruled the Sixth Faction. “Who’s the other lady?” I whispered at his back. “Sigyn,” Fenrir replied. “My stepmother.”

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…”

His eyes were a mixture of brown and green and always speculative when they looked at her. Did he find her wanting or something? Sigurd, her father’s blood brother, was a tall man with red hair turning silvery in places. She caught herself staring at the small, forked beard braids and avoided his pale green eyes after that. His wife, Ruth, was much smaller than he and flanked by their twin boys, Snorri and Egil. Being Beyla, she had to ask, in Norse: “Do you have Vercian middle names? Mine is Amber.”

Taiya – (Tah-EEY-ah) Jeylin – (JAY-linn) Layna – (LAY-nah) The Hiamaar – (HIGH-ah-mahr) (Northern Elves) The Chi-maaya – (Chee-MAHyah) (The Faerie Folk) Elyta – (El-EE-tah) Hayle – (Hale) Creatures Goblins: Gerth – (Gurth) Hruge – (Roodge) Oh’Kapi – (Oh-KAH-pee) Ma’veth – (Mah-VETH) Ma’vhor – (Mah-VORE) Weapons Grenyaar: Khortaal – (Kor-TAHL) – Slightly curved sword Khor – (Kore) – Large dagger Dwarvish: Styrha – (STIR-hah) – Obsidian dagger