Ivar Lothbrok Novels & Stories

She added in what she was able to extract from him. Real Name: Avis Walker Nickname: Q Real Age: 23 Age Claim: 1,000,000+ Unique Class: Contract Summoner (Rank Unknown) Title: Lore Breaker STR: C VIT: C MGC: C INT: C SPD: C Unique Ability: Bonds of Time Immemorial

But he could tell from her tone that it was not fin/ Swallowing hard, Eloive reached for her small but dirty fingers and threaded them with his clean fingers. "My name is Eloive Lancaster, only son of the Crown Prince, Ruarc Lancaster, grandson of the great king Thjis Lancaster". Toreh frowned. "Is that how all Icelanders introduce themselves? Nevermind, can I call you Eloive?". He nodded slowly. Just Eloive would be fine. "How...did you get in? What are you doing here? And why are you so dirty?". Toreh looked down at herself, as though she was just seeing the mud for the first time. "Oh I was cleaning the horses. They kicked mud at me".

Brand asked, testing his theory. "Thorstein, Haldor, Knut, Ivar, Njord, as well as their mates, Thora, Brynhild, Gunnhild, Solveig, and Helga," the young Northman recited. "Ivar is my grandfather." These were all names Brand was familiar with. He especially remembered Thorstein and Ivar. They had spared and raided together often. He couldn't believe they had fallen so low. "Tell me more, but be quick about it. They will notice I am gone soon and come searching for me."

I watched Josh through half closed eyes, he was sweating profusely and looked like he was enjoying himself. It was a covenant sealed in a room that smelled of damp walls and desperation. The torn cream lace was on the floor, a heap of ruined promises. On those yellowed sheets, amidst the noise of the nighttime slum outside, we claimed the only thing the VC couldn't reach. For a few hours, the danger didn't exist. There was only the heat of our skin, the weight of his promise, my moans, his groans and the silent, terrifying knowledge that by dawn, the loom of thorns would start pulling the strings again.

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.

“Are you prepared for that? Passing on the mantle of King, and ending your life as well as with your reign?” The ragged tricorn is perched along the upper rafter railings where the helm of the ship is grabbed by the king’s right hand. Swiftly, she places the hat upon her beautiful yet greasy reddish orange locks. Her eyes twitch for a moment but then relax. With a serious face, she turns her neck and faces her face mate, and nods. “Aye.” Gardax looks over at her and nods in an agreement. He goes back to facing his gaze upon the deck and the sky, making sure that his vision stays on the lower deck of the people that serve them as well as peering through the clear clouds. “The man that we are

The King of Nordmar said. The Paladins looked at Rhobart. “And who are you?” Droyn asked. He had never heard Rhobart being so serious before. “Rhobart Braveheart, last of my name!” the King of Nordmar said. His voice echoed between the forgotten tombs. “The shield and the sword of Ayla!” Eude looked around. “Are there mushrooms around here we haven’t seen?” “Why? You want to make more sweet-wine?” Rhobart asked.

It floated endlessly through the whole place. “My father,” he began quietly, “had four sons. Seven million years ago… before packs existed. Before wolves became what you know now. Before Lycans. Before any of it. We traveled together in search of ancient treasures hidden beneath the early earth. Myself, Kaedros, Zevaris… and Morveth.” “What's your name?” Iris surprised me by asking. He looked at her. “Vaelthor.” The moment he said his name, the lights around the hallway dimmed slightly.