Kolbjörn Skarsgård Novels & Stories

“So this is the famous bitch.” A man stumbled into her line of sight. Tall and broad shouldered, carrying the unmistakable arrogance of Northern pack nobility even in his drunken state. Bjorn. She recognized him from the treaty negotiations. Ragnar’s grandson. The unstable heir who had once challenged her authority. He was already drunk. His eyes glassy, his movements uncoordinated but aggressive. “Bjorn,” Cole said smoothly. “I thought you might want a reward for your patience. For everything you have done to help us.”

I said it before, he was the male version of Medusa. I swiveled on the balls of my feet, instantly meeting Gunnar's green-brown eyes. They were more brown with blotches of green swirling through the irises this morning and they were hooded with days worth of exhaustion. Thick stubble coated his jaw, framing the impeccable slice of it. His chocolate brown locks were snarled in every direction; tufts sticking out and begging for me to run my fingers through. I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head.

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

“Didn’t mean to scare you. I was just checking out the work that Cora did. She’s got a rough hand in stitching, but with your healing, it should be nothing but a mere mark by tomorrow. “He gave me a nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t really get to introduce myself when I grabbed you in the forest. The names Garren.” He held out his hand, his knuckles covered in scars, and his nail beds filled with some kind of soot. His skin was lightly tanned, showing how long he spent out in the burning sun. He gave me a crooked half-smile. His grey eyes were soft as he stared at me. He had a scar that ran across his cheek, narrowly missing his eye. His shoulders bulged out, and his

Scarpa who was standing at the door, staring at me intently. Shid. My heart. It was beating so fast. “Ms. Montana. You’re here,” he said, like he’d found something he’d been looking for. His eyes didn’t blink—just stared, bold and jade and unreadable. What was he doing here? I froze behind the counter. He looked nothing like the suited man from the office or the mourning husband from before then. He didn't wear any fabric that was black—just a cream polo, ripped jeans, and… slippers?

He was still studying the contents of the envelope, which consisted of some documents from the pack database and a photo, but looked up to me for a short second with a half smile. "I hope you're right, Maximus," he said before casting his eyes back down. A few minutes later he had read all the papers twice over and studied the photo. "You really think it's him? Lennard Giodarno. A self-proclaimed King? I remember you telling me about this so-called Kingdom when you first came back to the pack. About Nicolos Jones living there alive but you said it wasn't a threat. What's caused the change of heart?" He asked me.

“What pack?” Anders stepped forward. “The Silver Springs Pack. Alpha Carlson. I trust that when the time comes, we will have your support when it is necessary to deal with what happened to Coral.” A wave of understanding seemed to pass between Anders and Alpha Brian. Without saying anything, Alpha Brian nodded in agreement. “Come inside so I can show you the location of their farm. The road only goes so far, and then you will have to go the rest of the way on foot.” Alpha Brian turned and we followed him to the house.

We both spin around to see what’s wrong only to find Bobby Enderson wrapping his hands around her, bringing her into a deep kiss. 'I want that with our mate,' Kia whines. 'We will soon, I promise.' Skyla rolls her eyes and continues to walk through the school gates. I follow and stop when I catch his scent in the breeze. My eyes dart around and I see him standing next to his car with Danni and his other friends. His eyes snap to mine. They turn dark and feral, flicks of gold flashing through as Jace shows himself. Kia was still bouncing around all excited; now she had seen Zander.