Female Viking Names Novels & Stories

“I am Alpha Vektor, my queen. This is my beta Susanne and my gamma Ambrose.” "It's nice to meet everyone." I said I could feel their hurt, anger and hatred for the people of Lygion. I watched them all and noticed they looked like well bred savages. Their hairstyles made them look like vikings from the tale of the Scandinavian era. The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist.

It was in this pack that a girl was born to a common werewolf named Malrik. He named her Vireya, meaning ‘Wild beauty’ for she was breathtakingly unlike any other, one would say she was crafted out of the moon itself. Though Vireya lost her mother at a tender age, she was deeply loved by all. They ensured the weight of her loss never fully reached her heart. She grew into a vision admired by every man and envied by many women. Young men, enchanted by her charm, vowed to claim her as their mate once she turned eighteen and her wolf emerged, bond or no bond.

Looking at the people at the front of the house, she would never have imagined the back was full of debauchery. Somebody was sucking on someone’s neck against a wall. There were half-naked people all over the place. And some were... She looked back at her plate before she could see any more. She would finish her plate and go. This was no place for her. “Your face just turned the same colour as your hair,” the wolf chuckled again. “What’s your name, Red?” “I’m sorry,” she said as she looked back at him. “I’m Ava.” Living among wolves her whole life, this guy wasn’t the first to call her Little Red in reference to her hair and the classic story.

The wolf smelled female and I could also tell by her scent she was unmated so as to why she was all the way up here peaked my interest so I opened a mindlink to her “What’s your name she wolf?” “Signe Halvorsen, Alpha” she bared her neck in submission keeping her gaze lowered “What is your business here?” I slowly circled her wolf form observing her body language “He jumped again didn’t he?” Her voice was clear in response despite the coastal sea spray winds whipping around us on the cliff I narrowed my eyes on her form “How many times has he jumped?” “Multiple times a month over the last few years” Fenris rumbled in my chest at her admission

The way Dedrick seemed so soft now, his hand rubbing small circles in her back and his eyes full of concern. "A long, long time ago, when heathens and Vikings began to raid, then to migrate to new lands, they would build what was called and Apex. This was a place of great spiritual importance, and there the keepers of tales and legends built homes and halls alongside gifted individuals, most called Volvas, some called Seers, though there were many names." He couldn't get over the way her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke, everyone listening in and even shifting forward some.

Sophie turned away and followed Ivar, who was stumbling his way onto the ship while his father waited impatiently. The ship Sophie boarded carried King Ragnar and his sons, Lagertha, Athelstan, Floki, his wife Helga, as well as Bjorn and Torvi, along with a few others she didn't recognize. The other ships carried the rest of the Vikings, among whom she could only recognize King Harald and his brother Halfdan. "Are you ready to go home, Princess?" she heard King Ragnar's voice as he leaned against a post, standing behind her. "Yes, King Ragnar," she replied, turning her gaze back to Helen, who was waving her farewell.

“What is it? What did I say?” Fallon spoke, “Avian Wodan was once Avian Deerling, a fae princess. She was a fine warrior, and Odin plucked her off the battlefield, making her a Valkyrie daughter. All Valkyrie daughters have the surname Wodan. It is said she later fought against the shadows in Scotia rock and died in battle. That was around 900 years ago if I remember correctly." he had a dark look on his face.

“In a dream? This looks so real?” She groaned dramatically. “Let’s just do the naming…” “Okay. Let’s hear your suggestions.” “Actually, I have a lot. I mean, I’ve been picking up words here and there, preparing for today,” she paused. “Usually, you’re supposed to do these things, but… you’re Maya… you get stressed by the tiniest of things.” “Tell me the names, else I’ll blurt out the first thing that comes to my head.” “Fine!” she hissed. “The options are: Isariel, Sylara, Nymeris, Eryndra, and Zeryntha. These names stuck with me. So, you just have to pick one.”