Ingrid Vikings Novels & Stories

Queen Ingrid was a bit intriguing. Before Queen Ingrid became the woman she is now. She's the oldest daughter of an aristocrat. As a human, she was shy and kept things to herself, but her father did not favor her because of her timid behavior. Her half-younger sister, Vanessa, was spoiled by her parents and would often make Ingrid get caught in her schemes. As her older sister, Vanessa takes the blame for everything she does. Over 500 years ago, the discovery of man turning into a beast was highly dangerous to humans because of their supernatural abilities. The human things going to war with them don't have a chance. So, to bring peace between the humans and werewolves, they will offer one h

Suddenly a thought hit me and it must have shown on my face. "What is it?" Grant asked looking at me. "Ingrid, before she met my brother, she was in University doing a Masters in Supernatural History." "Well then that is how they knew to look in to Queen Valaria then." He chuckled. "She will get you all the information you need for this, I can promise you that, But for tonight, lets go inside and join your brother and Reuben for a few beers." I suddenly realised how dark it had gotten and chuckled to myself as I stood up and picked up the two now empty beer bottles and followed Grant back inside

“As long as they remain peaceful, we leave them be. When they threaten us, we eliminate them.” “Ada was a rouge?” Alexander asks. “Ada was a fugitive,” Ingrid answers sharply. “She was never stripped of her pack status.” Bär rubs circles on Ingrid’s hand. “Baby,” Bär whispers. “May I take Oliva?” Ingrid asks standing up suddenly. “Sure,” Alexander looks at her with shock. “Are you okay?” “My daughter is dead because she wanted my mate, no I am not okay,” Ingrid tells him as she storms off.

"Darghelm. Nice to see you again. Still scowling, I see." Not replying, the returning fisheri just glowered. "Did you not warn your leader about my capabilities." She smiled. "Put away your weapons, or you'll all be shredded bait on the beach. I do like fishing, and I bought a rod." The crazy woman pointed at the parking lot. Leader? Kalder crossed his arms. So this was the legend before him, and Vigtor Norvegius had finally emerged from the sea. Why would he risk exposure after all these decades?

, Bryndis said, sighing as she introduced each child. Ingrid, age 18. The oldest after Malik. 5'11" and obviously a warrior. Long-limbed and taut, Ingrid mirrors her mother’s sculpted physique in miniature. Ash-blonde hair cut into a bob that bounced as she walked, every step measuring distance and purpose. Her forest-green eyes are alert. A trail of freckles dusts the bridge of her straight nose. Ingrid favours snug leather leggings, cropped tunics and is accessorised with a single armband of braided iron.

Her friends had spent a century knowing that Ingrid was always the talker among them and hoped too. She avoided him as if he was a disease. She preoccupied herself with the kingdom's verdicts. Ingrid has been lovesick since she met Ryson for the first time. She remembers the day like it was yesterday. FLASHBACK "Ingrid come back here mom is calling for you.....Ingrid!" She could hear Kyson from afar. Her senses were all heightened because of her powers. Everyone in the kingdom envied her the only female vampire that had unlocked her powers at an early age. She could practice fighting with her brother when he was free.

Worthless savages that knew nothing but blood, blunt force, and fighting. That one year, the fifty years I gave it my all, I realized I needed to change my game up. It had become clear that no matter how much skill, encouragement, and strength I showed, the Viking Alpha would not care, and the other alphas or leaders would look the other way, just like him. I needed to grab them all by the balls and pose a real threat to their wealth and their lavish lifestyles.

“Why, yes. We did. But we were found. They were furious with us for taking you away from here. The torture we endured, “Ingrid’s face contorted. She winced in pain as she recalled those days. “And where is she now?” “She’s next door.” “Bastion, you must let me see her. Please.” Alexandre begged. He turned and walked out of the room. She followed him. Raven stayed behind. “Hello. I’m Raven. I wanted to thank you for helping us so long ago. I’m broken hearted this has been your fate. Mama speaks so proudly of you and your sister.” Ingrid looked up at her with fear in her eyes, “You drank the blood? You drank the blood! You drank the blood! YOU DRANK THE BLOOD!!” Raven stepped back and Ingrid s

"A few days after the marriage, he met with me in secret to disclose his intention behind marrying Hilde. It was all for power and greater influence, as Hilde was a high-ranking woman from a powerful family. He assured me to wait a little longer until he established everything, and, against all reason, I still believed him. We continued our secret meetings until I became pregnant with his child. The moment the Ironwolf found out, he didn't hesitate to abandon me and our child. I thought nothing could be more painful than this betrayal until I delivered my child lifeless.” Shock gripped me as Ingrid's words unfolded. Her story was something beyond unexpected. "I wonder why you still chose to

“And your families? What pursuits occupy them, if I may ask?” Ingrid’s smile did not falter. “My father oversees estates in the eastern provinces,” she said smoothly, and for a wild moment I wondered if she had memorized entire maps for just such an occasion. “Agricultural properties, mainly. Orchards and vineyards. My mother enjoys her charitable work—fundraisers, winter galas, that sort of thing.” The last part was true, at least in spirit. Ingrid’s mother had certainly enjoyed winter galas, though not as a hostess but as a tireless social climber, forever angling for a better seat at someone else’s table.