Ivar Viking Novels & Stories

This stupid virgin wouldn't know what to do with a man like Zeus. "Hey! You can head home, beautiful; I got this," I faked. "Bye!" Ivy smiled while skipping from the bar. "Problem?' Zeus interrogated. I rolled my eyes. Please. He knew why I was bothered. "She's a virgin, you know," I exclaimed. "Who?" he asked. "Ivy," I clarified while angrily wiping down the bartop, "You can't just fuck her." "How old is she? And she's still a virgin? That's rare," he commented.

I heard someone calling me, and soon a gentle touch enveloped me. I raised my face to find Ivar's face, his expression worried, but the shock of seeing the face of the man I hated the most was enough to make me stop crying and push Ivar away. Ivar Volkheim was never an ugly man, he is tall, almost 2 meters tall, his hair dark, short, and well-combed back, highlighting his strong and angular features. His eyes are dark brown, which I am used to being cold and distant, but this time they are serene and worried.

Ingvar answers, pulling open a velcro pocket and takes out two pictures, handing them to Raven. “They’re beautiful; this is my daughter Roan and her twin brother Gunnar, they will be the future Alphas of the packs we left to take our places as Kings and Queen. Ryder has my stepson and nephew Aiden, and beside me Eya is holding my niece Anarchy.” Raven looks closely at the pictures before showing me. I smile, seeing two beautiful blonde girls, one of them looks very much like Ingvar, while the other looks like her mother, who is also in the picture.

Odin explains. Ivana is one of Odin's closest friends and was an elite assassin in her youth known as Scorpion. Now a madam who owns an escort service in Spain. Her business is a place for intel on clients, including extensive reserved clientele to be terminated by Odin. But she isn't the only person of intel. Odin has a ton of small businesses used for intel worldwide. Ivana helps girls who ran away or lost a home get off the streets and avoid being someone's whore. Though Ivana's business is a brothel house, she ensured none of her girls were harmed when they entertained clients.

“Besides, the people who play the game always leave different. It brings out the worst in people.” “It can also bring out the best.” Adley shrugged, popping another french fry into her mouth. “Just depends on the person.” Iridian was the event of the year, causing excited chatter throughout the world. Open to werewolves only, Iridian is a game designed to trick the mind. Every year twenty invitations were sent at random, delivered to all parts of the world. No one knows the full story on how it began, only that a young Alpha with a penchant for trickery and games started the tradition. History mixed with folklore, weaving a tale of magic and betrayal.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

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 look at Ivar and he nods, giving me a wink. Ivar may look scary with the scar that runs down his face. He is a big burly leader of the Bratva. But he is a teddy bear. He is sweet when he is not on missions, but that man can turn on a dime when he is pissed or is protecting his family, which includes me and the girls of the Mother’s Revenge.

I bought some cheap clothes and some other places were I asked if I could work there. Unfortunately most places weren’t hiring. I could see Jacob getting mindlinked when we passed by a restaurant and suddenly Jacob said ‘let’s get some lunch here!’. We went inside and he let us to a table near the window, where a small group of people were sitting. One of them was a tall guy, who looked like a Viking. He was very muscular, had long blond hair which he wore in manbun. He had small beard and looked at me with a smirk. ‘I saw you walking outside Jacob and thought that Jacob finally has a girlfriend’. Jacob looked down and pretended to laugh ‘This is the daughter of an old friend on my mom’s. R