Lagertha Novelas e Histórias

"Fiachra, a beauty that had graced the land of Hymir. Dancing under the glow of the moon, A mighty sword at hand, Ravens following her every grace. Mesmerizing the world with her might and bravery, A beauty that could overturn a war, A warrior that rides with the ravens, Fearlessly conquering the enemies. Guide Hymir with your comrades that soar the skies, Hymir your beloved land will forever prosper under your watch."

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Now 3rd person POV: Hi, I'm Lagertha so quick little information, the supernatural world exists take it from me. Although most don't know I'm actually a hybrid, in a way at least, my parents were both hybrids and of course it passed on to me. The blood that has passed onto me is daemon, werewolf, vampire and witch. Surprise, surprise there the only supernatural creatures out there. It might seem nice, but usually it just puts a giant target on your back, but the power you hold is absolutely amazing. My parents are dead, have been for awhile, but lets not stress on that, I do pretty good.

No matter how cold the weather was, he preferred being bare chested, always revealing the black to brown hairs on his chest. "I promise, someone will have to destroy you some day." The man let out a thunderous scornful laugh that echoed or several minutes after he stopped. "It's been three thousand years now, woman..." he said after everything had gone quiet, word by word and slowly accentuating "woman" with even scorn, and slowly began walking around the woman. "Oh, I'm sorry... Your Highness Sandra, hail the Excellent queen." He said, slightly bowing at the word 'your Highness.' "Who owns Arthmata now? Tell me!"

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Children's voices answered them from the deep darkness of the well. Ragnar and Lathgertha then began to search for a way to bring the children up from this gaping hole. While they were busy looking everywhere for tools or items that could help, Ragnar continuing to ask questions, learned from Lathgertha that she had been in Jötunheimar for almost twelve moons already. She had traveled with two of her sisters and a convoy of merchants riding horses who had all served as game for the giants after they unknowingly passed through one of Loki's portals.

Little by little, the aggressive kisses from this angry man turned into passionate ones filled with love and jealousy. I only confirmed his possessiveness when I heard him utter these, "I want you to put this in mind, Lilith. You are my wife. Not Drake’s, but solely mine, do you hear me?" his prowess intimidated me in every way that all I could do was nod my head. "You are now living as my wife…my wife alone. Your name now is Lilith Forger, And I own every bit of you,” he claimed not only by words but through his actions.

"Pick a mannequin and practice your combat skills. Don't just focus on tearing them apart, but also focus on the techniques you use. Try not to exhaust yourselves, because after this, we will head to the track to practice sprints. Are we clear?" "Yes, Lady Yvonne," they reply in a mumble. The females then separated to retrieve their own mannequins. With a smug expression on her face, Althea moves towards the one in the center, just in front of the prince. Ever the modest one, Jade walks to the far right, while Gertrude chooses the one that is closest to the left wall, or the one closest to us. Macy and I watch helplessly as Gertrude changes into a grey-brown wolf and starts to eat into the m

her voice resonated softly in the space. She perches on his thigh, gazing intently at him, her face completely hidden despite their proximity. This is due to the cloak she wears, which is no ordinary garment but a magical one. It obscures her features and alters her gender. When Lagartha removes the cloak, she reveals herself as a stunning woman, so captivating that any man who encounters her is compelled to look back multiple times. Even in a daze, Winter smiles, his body instinctively responding to his mate, the very core of his being. His love for her is profound, and he would do anything to protect her.

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."