Ivar Lothbrok Novels & Stories

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

Several Blackfang guards moved at once, but the lower house doors burst open before they could reach the first servant. Lobo entered with Cathwulf, Fridolf, and a line of Blackfang warriors wearing the old ceremonial armor of noble houses. The stolen Alpha ring still sat on Lobo’s finger, flashing red like it had tasted Bardolph’s shame and enjoyed it. His eyes fell first on me. Then on the crown in my hands. Then on Bardolph standing close enough for the living bond to burn between us like an old wound refusing to close. “Well,” Lobo said, smiling as if he had walked into a play written for his victory.

Rokon explained, slightly pausing as the tension around them increased the more "The seven gods had prophecied a prophecy that said, Vokan shall find a vessel, a vessel who shall break his seal and set him free while he shall cause havoc to the Supernatural realm, another prohecy fortold that, there would a come the rise of a being, a being who would walk through the Flames of hell, retrieved the Scarlet Sword and save the whole realm from the god of destruction, a being whose name shall be call 'Lobana'!" Rokon finally completed his words while Liam eyes widened at the mentioned of his words

It was small, almost imperceptible, but it was enough. Velora, gasping for breath, lifted her trembling hands. "He is still bound," she called out, "but we have moments before he breaks free!" Elior moved first. He dashed forward, sword gleaming with the First King’s lingering power. Erythos turned, fury flashing in his eyes, and swung an arm that was more like a storm given shape. A shockwave rippled outward, shattering stone and sending Elior flying back. He slammed into the ground, coughing blood, but he rolled to his feet, unwilling to fall.

His fine features were swollen, his lips cracked, and his voice reduced to a broken whimper. A few feet away, Ivan sat at a makeshift desk, carefully reviewing the forged ledgers. A single, glowing moon-gem illuminated the paper, casting long, monstrous shadows across the damp stone walls. "You are being incredibly stubborn, Master Boros," Ivan said smoothly, not looking up from his reading. "The merchant vaults of Port Valen require three separate runic phrases to open without triggering the collapse wards. You have given me two. The third, if you please." "I... I cannot," Boros groaned, saliva and blood dripping from his chin. "The third code is locked... to the guild's bloodline. If I giv

"Is there any other way to get the iron mask off Indra? Because if she finds another way to get rid of it, chances are very slim that I will manage to eliminate her from our universe." "No, Your Majesty, only the key can open the iron mask," the brothers answers in unison. Sindre and Brokk are the most prominent craftsmen ever to be among the dwarves – Sindre is the skillful one while Brokk is smart and determined – but not even their grand reputation can save them from Lucifer's ever-growing wrath. The wind blows in through the gate that Lucifer left ajar when he arrived. Snow mixed with mud now splatters up against his cape. He runs a hand over the now soiled garment. He absolutely loathes

“That’s the bite I’ve missed. Tell me, little witch, do you know who I am?” Of course I bloody know. The cadence. The flavor. The sheer audacity of it. The way it acts like my trap is some kind of game. “Loki,” I whisper. The raven bows. “Ah, you’re close. But names have power. That one’s been given too often. Used too carelessly. I prefer... Loptr.” The old name. The one only the scholars of the Iron Codex still whisper. I resist the urge to recoil. He shouldn’t exist like this. Not here.

Dimitri also reveals a little bit more about his past here, but more details on Ivan will eventually come out later. Hoped y'all liked the chapter. Happy Halloween! Bonus Track - U Got it Bad by Lykke Li - Lissa's best friend senses are tingling! hehe Translations: "Stǫðva! Fara frá!" "Stop! Back off, back away!" "Døkkálfar! Hata að Døkkálfar." "Dark Elves. Destroy Dark Elves." "Nei, né Døkkálfar. Hægr þjóð. Skap-góðr" "No, not Dark Elves. Gentle people. Good-tempered."

Nio rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Really? You’re not? Do I look like an idiot? Your friend just called you Nio. Everyone in Raal knows your name. I'm Lara. And if you help me, I will help you. I can ...”: the woman continued. "We don't need help," Jon interrupted. Lara smiled, leaned closer to him and whispered: “Ah, Jon Varghoth, son of Stip Varghoth. The man who created hardened steel for his master and pushed the whole of Malfer into chaos.”

I held my breath and slowly looked up to meet his piercing blue eyes. Adam Knight. To others, Adam Knight looks now and the one from five years ago is the same but I could tell the difference. His soft features were a bit hardened now. His playful, energetic, success-seeking eyes were now cold and full of arrogance. He had a five o'clock shadow and looked more muscular than the last time I saw him.