Horrible Viking Of The Comics の小説・ストーリー

Bodies decorated the southern border of the Damned pack. Alpha Jackson wanted to call for everyone to retreat but there was no way out so, he pressed on. He and his warriors took out some of the warriors on alpha Luciano’s pack, but the numbers were not balancing. Those warriors fought like mad men, like they were not afraid of death, they were like Vikings ready to go to Valhalla to meet Odin the god of war. Like the Vikings it looked like these warriors were looking for a beautiful death. The Eclipse pack’s death to be specific since their side only had a few fallen warriors.

I wrenched my arm out of his hold, walking away while he stared after me. "That there is a Viking woman, Saint. If you don't want her, I sure the hell do," Leif snorted. "It's a rare breed that will work from dawn until sundown, protecting her people. Fenrir blessed you, even if you can't see it, daft bastard." "She rejected me and banished my crew, allowing her father to torture us. She may be the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen or wanted, but she's as cold-hearted and evil as her father." I swallowed, overhearing Saint's words, frowning as I replayed what he'd said. I didn't slow down or even acknowledge the men as I entered my room, flinging off my clothes before jumping into the sh

Royce laughed and then got down from his horse. "I.... I am generous and your Knights won't be fighting sorcerers. They'd fight these people!" He said and threw a little black marble-like object on the floor, the marble emitted some black smokes and when the smoke disappeared, three Vikings stood before them, the vikings are huge, each carrying different weapons. The Vikings breathed heavily, they seemed blood thirsty, they carried war scars all over their bodies. "Provide three of your Knights to take on the three of them. It's more like a war, they'll all fight at the same time.

Alpha Wulfrun added albeit solemnly. Like the rest of the men in the pack, he also was big, tall, and muscular. He had ocean-blue eyes with a ring of glowing grey around his irises and grew a beard that was braided like his long hair. Unlike the other pack members that looked more like the really buffed versions of Native American men, he looked more like a Viking warrior and it was evident from the base of his neck and his arms that his entire torso was inked. Cole thought the two alphas like Xavier carried an aura of someone powerful and to be feared.

Rebecca couldn't help but smile, the jovial vampire’s humor instantly cutting through the thick, suffocating tension that had defined her night. But the lightness in the room evaporated the moment the second brother stepped forward. Riheirk, the silent Viking warrior, moved into the firelight. As he drew within a few feet of the desk, his massive frame suddenly went entirely rigid. His nostrils flared violently, his chest heaving as he drew in a deep, desperate breath of the air surrounding Rebecca.

And when I saw that the child was still clutching a small black dragon figurine and a toy sword, I turned my head away, unable to bear the sight any longer. The Vanaheim forces had shown no restraint this time. They had burned down the central altar of the city and killed many civilians. The Aesir were enraged—especially 霍德—and in return they wiped out a large number of enemy soldiers. 提尔 and 古尔薇格 attempted to encircle Hoder’s forces, but after Hoder was struck by Tyr’s blade, they were forcibly stopped by Freyr. I quickly led the other demon-smiths forward to resupply arrows and repair damaged weapons. Yet somewhere deep inside, I found myself hoping that 西芙 would notice me—but not out of a

"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."

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

Even the man's beard was braided! Nikolai's Arthur had soft features, but the muscular beast standing beside the girl didn't. His features were hard, he was the perfect example of a man with a resting bitchface. His hair was mostly light brown with red perfectly blended throughout, giving it beautiful red tones. The hair above his lips covered most of his upper lip, but not the bottom one. That one was left uncovered for the world to see how deliciously plump it was. Sean's eyes slowly made their way across the Viking beast’s face. His face heated up when he realized the Viking man was smirking at him. He mentally facepalmed as he pulled his eyes away and looked anywhere but at the Viking ma

This was unusual for him on both counts, seeing as he’d been a combat doctor in Iraq and had been well used to bearing witness to unimaginable ugliness and human suffering, and doing all of that on zero sleep. These past twenty-four hours, though. They’d shaken him to his goddamn core. But no matter how he felt about anything at the moment, he had the dead body of an abusive fuck to get rid of – it was Viking’s responsibility to make sure that Jolene Angeles’ monstrous ex-husband was never found. It had been a while since Viking’s skills in this area had been called on by the Road Devils and when the club President Wolf Connor had tapped him to return to the old ways, Viking had been apprehe