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However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara. Hugo slammed the book about wolvire onto the floor firmly, feeling extremely angry with him himself and at the special girl. Reksa, the lord devil who Hugo thought had complete control over Barbara, did not help the man with the scar on his cheek by saying that he could have asked the devil directly, without having to search meaningless ancient books.

Jamie is still talking when Colton interrupts, "And I have never met a mightier warrior in my life!..." "Yeah, me too! Have you heard of the Devil Viking that drinks beer from the skull of those he killed?" Jamie asked me. "Is he the..." I'm still talking when Colton interrupts "The Devil Viking! Don't tell me you haven't heard about him. Have you been living under a rock..." Of course, I've heard about the infamous Devil Viking. It's difficult not to know about him when the guys I train with at the gym talk about him all the time. How mighty his wolf is. The battles he fought in Denmark. His prowess on the battlefield. The lands he conquered...

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

Alpha Anders Time went by too slowly. Grey wouldn’t stop talking about having dinner with Harley. Admittedly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was funny, because on the surface, Harley wasn’t like any of the she-wolves I had dated or the ones that I was typically attracted to. And when I say on the surface, that was exactly what I meant. Probably stereotypical of me, but I had typically been attracted to tall, busty blondes. Harley was tall, but that was where it ended. She had long, black hair, similar to my own. Her eyes were the brightest blue, and I could only imagine that they would get even brighter as she actually started eating and being able to take care of herself. It seemed l

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

For them they were a bunch of hypocrite that prevented all the people from having a happy, material life. And that's when the endless fraud between the White Wolf's Clan and the Black Wolf's Clan. The White Wolf's Clan was on constant mission to annihilate them, but the Black Wolf's Clan was just as powerful as the them. Until Alexandra, Vee and Monika came and convinced both sides to compromise and make peace. And fortunately, they were able to convince both sides. They knew this peace negotiation was an absurd thing to do but they could only hope that everything went well tomorrow.

It almost look like he is going to rip the hell out of him. “My lord!” Worries exhibits on her voice. Hodor almost fell on his knees right after his vision ended. With few deep breaths he heaved, Hodor is able to stand on his feet. Nevertheless, he cannot compose himself. Sweats are forming on his temples; some sweats forming on his face had convened then gravity pulled it down. “What is it, my lord? It seemed horrible. I had never seen you like that in ages.” “Indeed, Vamoire. It's horrible. I saw a bloodbath. A war between the three races. Everyone is fighting for their life.” His voice is icy, but calm.

Whoever it was, he was speaking their language. "Døkkálfar! Hata að Døkkálfar," one of the other Vikings shouted back. I was about to point my weapon in the direction of the closer voice when the intruder beside us finally stepped into my line of sight. I was just as floored as I was relieved to see Dimitri standing next to Lissa and me. He stepped into the water between us and the Vikings with his hands raised in the air. "Nei, né Døkkálfar," his deep voice had a calming note as he spoke to them. "Hægr þjóð. Skap-góðr"

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

Among them, two figures stood above the rest—not only because of their physiques, but because of the dangerous aura surrounding them. Sokaris, the Norse god, stood as still as a granite statue. His bare torso was covered in scars that told stories of forgotten battles, and his icy blue eyes constantly sought mine, making my cheeks flush. If looks could get someone pregnant, we'd already be expecting twenty pups... damn... it's getting hot in here... Kallie whispered inside my mind as she peeked through my eyes. Several yards away, Vladimir, the Vampire King, wore a predatory smile. Despite the ban on magic, his natural speed and reflexes made him a terrifying opponent.