Ivar Viking Novels & Stories

The wars up north are pretty messed up, most of the villagers have lost their homes and their loved ones, it’s a pretty messed up situation out there outside of Drakesworth. “Twenty yards” “You do not need to remind me” I tell him in frustration but he clearly ignores me as his wings continue to flap in the air. I know he is also getting ready to take his pound of flesh. Five years ago when we went into battle with a kingdom far up the south, Ivar was a bit wounded and he vowed to take that revenge. He has killed countless chimeras but still not satisfied until he kills the last of them. The problem is the chimeras keep coming back stronger and stronger like someone is purposely making them

Sophie turned away and followed Ivar, who was stumbling his way onto the ship while his father waited impatiently. The ship Sophie boarded carried King Ragnar and his sons, Lagertha, Athelstan, Floki, his wife Helga, as well as Bjorn and Torvi, along with a few others she didn't recognize. The other ships carried the rest of the Vikings, among whom she could only recognize King Harald and his brother Halfdan. "Are you ready to go home, Princess?" she heard King Ragnar's voice as he leaned against a post, standing behind her. "Yes, King Ragnar," she replied, turning her gaze back to Helen, who was waving her farewell.

Viktor is a kind man, almost to kind for our world, he might be a ghost among men and often times be over looked, but I’ve always seen him. “We’re in the air now” he says leaning back against the bed in the private cabin. “Where are you taking her” I ask, needing to know. “Irk Ivanov and Demitria have agreed on an alliance, he’s taking us to a safe location, off grid” Irk Ivanov took over for his father six months ago and has worked to change the old way things had been done and so far has grown not only a name for himself but a powerful respect that rivals anything his father and grandfather could ever dream of.

Henrik tells him in a firm tone. He turns to Henrik with a frown "God! You really need to lighten up like your friend here, man!" He says, pointing to Eric. "I swear on everything I hold dear that I'm not an enemy! I come bearing good tidings! I don't know why you find that difficult to believe." "Just answer the question!" Ivar says "Oh, alright." He replies. "The gold thing– memorabilia as you not so fondly refer to it is a coat of arms that belongs to House Denton."

He's been hatching his plans for a long time and could remember how it all started. It is just gonna be a little while and he would crush Raven to pieces. Raven seemed not to have known he was the mastermind of this alliance. Raven got to her cottage up the hill in a farther part of the city. removed her mask and the same time the lights went off. Only the moonlight rays could permit her view in the already dark room. Her men came in all injured. One of them slumped on of the chairs looking very tired. He had a huge bite mark on his arm.

Whoever it was, he was speaking their language. "Døkkálfar! Hata að Døkkálfar," one of the other Vikings shouted back. I was about to point my weapon in the direction of the closer voice when the intruder beside us finally stepped into my line of sight. I was just as floored as I was relieved to see Dimitri standing next to Lissa and me. He stepped into the water between us and the Vikings with his hands raised in the air. "Nei, né Døkkálfar," his deep voice had a calming note as he spoke to them. "Hægr þjóð. Skap-góðr"

The way Dedrick seemed so soft now, his hand rubbing small circles in her back and his eyes full of concern. "A long, long time ago, when heathens and Vikings began to raid, then to migrate to new lands, they would build what was called and Apex. This was a place of great spiritual importance, and there the keepers of tales and legends built homes and halls alongside gifted individuals, most called Volvas, some called Seers, though there were many names." He couldn't get over the way her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke, everyone listening in and even shifting forward some.

Humans were always more cooperative when they felt comfortable. Ivar didn’t mingle with the nobles of Vallas, but he still knew what they said about him through his mother and Miros, mostly. Ten years ago, he’d been willing to play his part as the ‘heir’ of the Grand Duchess and married the daughter of Duke Giorgio who’d been pestering him for ages. It was also because he suspected the Giorgio family was involved with the most recent theft of the missing item, so having a l**k to them would make it easier to investigate without killing anyone.

They’d take a bullet for him if it came to that – Drake had done it once before, and he’d do it again, no hesitation and no regrets. As for Viking, he’d insisted on flying over to Utah for this storming of the evil castle, arriving a few hours before the van had pulled up with Iris in the back. He was an excellent body man, a great guy to have in your corner during a fight, a swift and lethal shot… and he had a wildly personal reason for being there too. The woman that he cared about deeply was in trouble, so he showed up for her.

“My wolf is protected and locked away. You're not like me…” She smiled and said nothing. “I’m not an enemy, neither am I here to fight. I just want Ivara. And I'm asking you to hand her over.” I stepped closer, walking past her slowly while her eyes followed me. “Calmer than I expected,” I hummed. “Bolder too. I was anticipating something older. Uglier. And cunning.” She didn’t rise to the bait. “Alpha Xlynor Darkazov.” She turned to face me fully. “I need you to hand over Ivara. She is under House Velmora's protection.”