Hetalia Norway Mga Nobela at Kwento

NICHOLAS POV I went outside the palace shocked to see the human corpses so badly decomposed in less than 24hrs. This was the first time such an ominous thing was happening and if I don't tackle it as fast as possible, it was going to create fear amongst my people, especially the powerless humans. Even though the three major countries of the Scandinavian Peninsula have never been at peace for centuries, rights and territories were preserved. Denmark was dominated by werewolves, Norway by Vampires, and Sweden by humans but that doesn't mean that each of the various species can not be found in other countries. If the Norwegians decide to bridge the rights of my people, then they should surely p

The sudden hotness started to fade and her eyes being normal. She looked at Henry with bright gray eyes. "Mate." Chim said. Nora looked at him seeing Henry sniffing around her scent glands. She didn't fight. Nora was 18 and she knew sooner or later she would find her mate but..... An Alpha!!!! And a beautiful one. "Pervert." Yeah, like you are not happy. "Of course, i am." And just then Nora tilted her head giving all the access to Henry to mark her. In the split-second Henry fangs grew and he dug them deep in Nora's skin.

He says teasingly. "I promise. It's one of the perks being what I am. We are really smart. We even have photographic memory so we only need to see or read something once and then we know it for the rest of our lives. Kind of disturbing sometimes actually..." I say with my voice tuning out at the end, remembering a few things I’d rather forget. "Okay, then what is the name of the northern countries?" Ty asks me. "Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Finland and Denmark." I state confidently.

“Northern Europe?” The first thing that came to Charlie’s mind when he heard the two words ‘Northern Europe’ was Helena, who had just been crowned as the new queen not long ago. So, Charlie asked Porter, “How far is Bergen from Oslo City, which is the capital of Northern Europe?” Porter replied, “About four hundred kilometers.” Charlie felt slightly relieved when he heard this. Four hundred kilometers. It seemed that the target of the mysterious organization’s operation this time had nothing to do with Helena.

Khada Raiko 4: Goblins of Iceland Right now, you've already assumed that maybe the hunt to Nero Orantri is over. No, it's not. In my stay in Norway, I learn a lot and by a lot I mean, everything. We are actually the same. Yeah, I know its kinda hard to explain why but I'll do my best. While I'm also telling you about another mission. But first, we'll talk about my training.

His Norwegian accent could not be ignored and she wondered if he was an immigrant from another pack in far away Norway or he was a descendant of a Norwegian family and somehow, he had grown up with that accent. "Can you hear me?" Loki repeated as he waved his hand in front of her face. Heyli shook her head as if to clear off whatever thought she was having before she nodded her head. "Yes, my name is Heyli. Thanks for pairing me with Kayla," Heyli's voice dripped with sarcasm and Loki knew she was angry. He smiled. "I'm actually really sorry. I rarely visit and today, there was someone knew and I decided that I should entertain myself."

Watching Silje eat her noodles, Sien asked, “By the way, where are you from?” “…Norway,” Silje answered calmly. “Norway? Where in Norway?” “Oslo.” “There are Asians in Oslo? I thought only white people lived there.” “There are some.” Silje refused to say more about her past, and Sien looked at her curiously. When Silje didn’t elaborate, Sien just ordered some drinks. “Can we get two Red Bulls? Try this. The food tastes even better with it.” Surprisingly, Sien was right.

Freida, Warrior Mother of the pantheons of the Northern Holds and land of midnight sun, took her blade – shaped like a longsword – it’s opal flesh shining like moonlight out of its gold and ruby hilt, and pressed the tip of razors and ravens claws gently into her grizzled grey harreled hoary husband’s lip, drawing blood. He ran his white tongue over the edge of the blade, drawing blood, then swallowed as his blood and honey wine flowed. Freida smirked, walking her two Norwegian forest cats, Hygul and Beigul – Honey and Amber – on golden spiked collars. They drew a chariot of wheat, and fresh smoked pork on the bone.

NORA'S POINT OF VIEW. “Breathe…slowly.” “I AM BREATHING! These damn animals hate me; I swear it. They must think I’m here to steal their boyfriend, sorry, their father, sorry…their owner, King Allister. Ugh, I hate him, Nora. I fucking hate the guy. First, he takes my virginity, dumps me before I can tell him I've liked him for a straight year, and now, I have to pretend to his sorry, probably closeted gay ass that I’m a man.