Ingrid Vikings Novels & Stories

"What's wrong, Hans?" "You did well. Just don't do it again." He was allergic to shrimp and didn't eat pork or celery. The soup might have been passable, but large slices of tortilla strips on top ruined his appetite instantly. She really knew how to miss the mark. Ingrid watched him walk upstairs, resisting the urge to flip the dishes over. She took a deep breath and shouted. "Martha!" There was no response. "Sarah!" "…Ms. York, what's the matter?"

Ingrid said laughing softly. “I can imagine. She and Charlotte were attached at the hip.” I answered. That was… when she wasn’t attached to me. But I couldn’t say that… because no one knew. Jarvis was calling everyone to get into groups across the field when Ingrid waved and told Lorenzo and I she would see us later. When she’d left I turned to him. “THAT girl is a trainer??” I asked him. “She’s got … some special abilities. Like you.” He told me… but offered no more explanation.

"Let go of me, Hector! I'm going to tear that woman's face so Andrick won't be fooled by her anymore!" Andrick glared at her. "Are you out of your mind, Ingrid? Why are you causing trouble here? Don't you have any shame?" "It's all your fault why I turned like this!" Ingrid snarled. "If I have to get rid of those women who are always flirting with you, I will!" Her eyes suddenly changed to yellow and her nails grew long. She broke free from Hector's grip and rushed towards the woman in Andrick's arms. But Andrick also changed his form and gave her a powerful push.

Something was definitely amiss. Thor’s gaze snapped toward Vaelorra, fury reigniting. “Ingrid was dead! What's she doing here?” Vaelorra’s expression blanked as she playfully rolled the shiny gold ring around her left thumb. “Unfortunately, she's not who you think she is.” she replied. “This is Ivana Tudor, my goddaughter, Ingrid's twin sister.” Freya gasped. Thor took weak steps back, his eyes locked on Ivana in sheer disbelief.

“How was your day?” “It went alright,” I replied, sitting down across from her. “And yours?” “Peaceful,” she said. “Thank you for having me in your home.” Ingrid came in carrying a steaming tray of food. She set it on the table, her expression calm. Tonight’s dinner was one of her special meals: baked chicken with rosemary, creamy mashed potatoes, steamed green beans with garlic, and a hearty vegetable soup. The rich, warm, and strong aroma filled the room instantly.

Bianca chuckled, and Ingrid followed. “Goodness me,” Ingrid turned to Moira, “I didn’t realize you were still here.” She said sarcastically. “That’s how insignificant she and her daughter are,” Bianca said. Ingrid faked a smile, looking at Moira, who still had her head bowed. “I want Cobb salad, less bacon and more broccoli, leafy greens, and avocado, please.” She turned to Bianca with a grin, “I have got to keep it in check for Theodore.”

"Please stop assuming things. Why would I lay everything behind: my home, work, friends and assets? Just so o can squat and seek help in another pack. That doesn't make sense." "It does to me. My gender can do anything to amend them sem like the victim. They can even go as far as cooking up stories to gain pity." My mouth could say no words. I felt gagged. What I've heard about ingrid was far from what I had observed since I came here. She isn't the sweetheart everyone makes her out to be. I dont think someone can change overnight. Can they? They're this wicked tongue she has and her eyes were devoid of emotions. She didn't look like she sincerely took pity on me. It appeared to me as though

he chuckles, his voice low and teasing, “you talk like someone who’s completely forgotten who the hell she is.” I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?” He gives a mock sigh and brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You’re Ingrid. The same woman who faced down hunters, challenged alphas, survived being kidnapped—twice—and brought our daughter into this world like a damn warrior.” I let out a weak laugh. “I don’t feel like a warrior right now.” “Well,” he says, arching a brow, “maybe it’s time we remind you.”

Ingrid's smile deepened but deep down inside, he was sneering at his father, who easily changed his attitude depending on whether the other party held a high position. In the end, Ingrid smiled and nodded her head, obeying her father yet mocking him secretly. “It was that woman named Dahlia Hail who was his beloved mate that you wanted me to get rid of, am I right?” Ingrid softly asked while looking at him in his well-behaved manner.

With that I got up, went to her and kissed her on both cheeks, went across the table and repeated the same with Kane, then left them to finish their meal. Vimon's point of view With a heavy sigh, I watched Ingrid leave. The poor girl, it was obvious she was hanging on to her control by a thin thread and my heart went out to her. She really was such a strong woman, if any man did what Aegon was doing to her to me,I would have broken a long time ago and either stab him and his little slut to death, or jumped off a fourth floor balcony. She definitely had more mental tolerance than I have ever had, or would probably ever have.