Norse Vampires Novels & Stories

"I'm not coming with you. I also have a house in Norway. I'm just gonna stay there." "You can stay here in California." Fenris shrugged. Vilka raised her right brow. "I thought we must stick together?" My lips thinned when Fenris glared at me then at Naz. "Werewolves must stick with each other. Nazarus is not a werewolf. He is a vampire in case the two of you forgets." Vilka gasped. "Then it's still about you and your pride." "It's not about me, Vilka." "Then why don't you wanna let him come?" Vilka sounded annoyed.

It takes me a long time to speak finally, and it is not what he expects to hear when I do. “Theo, did you hear the description of what is around him and what he smells?” I ask him through his dirty look. “You know I did. It almost killed her bringing both of us into that communication.” “It was a one-way street. I couldn’t communicate with Sabastian; only she could. That is something that is not normal either. She is well beyond just a simple mixed witch. She is powerful.” “What does that have to do with you hurting her?” “The Viking Vampire Kingdom has him. They have the breed that Elnora is. If she goes there, they will keep her to themselves. They will not stop coming for her once they re

the bat guy explained. " What else did my father-in-law say? " the shameless monk inquired. " monks can't marry " the bat guy replied. " fuck your grandpa!! this honorable Reverend monk is not your normal monk. " The shameless monk replied. The two vampires argued back and forth for what seemed like an eternity before getting to their destination. The streets of hell were bustling, all kinds of demons roamed this street, from minions to huge monsters showing off their expensive hellhounds. Monsters of all races walked the streets.

she says with a big smile. After that, I dismissed her. Not long after that, Venus comes in and tells me that Soren recruited the lycans, which are like werewolves but much stronger, and that he also recruited werewolves and dwarves. "Ok, go inform the generals also. I want you to go to the daughter of Hephaestus that we have in the royal forge and have her start working on gear for the vampires, because a werewolf bite is deadly to vampires. Inform the Transylvania Royal families of this as well," I tell her, and she nods as she heads out to do what I said, and I go over to a map and add werewolves, lycans, and dwarfs figurines to Soren's growing army.

Now it was time to begin. Her white-tipped tail flicked once in irritation, the mark of power she’d inherited from the one whose life she was destined to steal. Aurora’s birthright had always been hers to take. The world would see that soon enough. With her black-gloved hand, Nora opened a cut across her palm. Blood hit the earth—and the shadows stirred. A circle of fire erupted in front of her. The flames burned blue and violet, licking the air without heat. From the smoke emerged the first of her guests—the vampires.

"They came of their own free will. That's usually how it works when you’re on the right side." The battle erupts before he can answer. I don't know who throws the first blow, but it doesn’t matter. Suddenly the air is full of snarling and screaming and the wet crack of bodies slamming into the frozen ground. The wolves descend like a tide and I hear Haldor bellow something in Old Norse that is almost certainly unrepeatable. The nymphs drop their beautiful illusions and what comes out of them instead is ancient and hideous and very, very angry. Bryce doesn't move.

She nodded once and lifted the maid in her arms (yes, she is very strong) before disappearing in front of me. ‘Fenrir..’ I tried to mind-link and connect with him. But for some reason, the line seems so garbled and messy. Like someone is interfering in between. Is that even possible? No words were needed as Vladimyr quickly held my hand and we were suddenly surrounded by orcs and goblins. They looked different from the ones I saw when we were traveling to get here in the North. They seemed so agitated and feral. Like someone had given them a boost or power up.

Freya took a wide circle towards the attack point just outside their boundary line, meeting up with Nors as he circled in from the right. "He headed that way," Nors growled, wrinkling his nose at the confusing scents all around them. "You're sure?" Freya wasn't really questioning her brother. He wasn't usually wrong about things but the area had already been sanitised and the vampire bodies burnt. There was still the lingering scent of death all around them, mixed in with the many packs scents of everyone involved. It wasn't unreasonable to double check they were picking up the correct scent. "Positive...he has a rather unique... odour."

He gets pale when I turn to stare at him. “Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me. Are the two of you the biggest idiots walking this earth or what ?” Jonas ball up his hands, looking at Martin like he is a perfect punching ball. “A witch was called a vǫlva back then”. Andrea’s voice is getting rather high pitched. “She granted the men powers to transform into bears or wolves when going into battle”. Everyone goes quiet. “Berserkers or ulfhednar are two different kinds, with different battle techniques”. He looks at his ipad, picking at the cover. “So what kind are you guys ?”

Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?” What in the fuck? This wasn’t what Bjorn expected tonight. He was expecting David Pendergast to introduce him to Bender’s high society as the fifty-year-old man who was fucking his teenage daughter. But Vikings? Warriors? “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are you sure you have the right guy?” “We do indeed, Mr. Haraldsson,” David said, sitting forward and clasping his hands almost pleadingly. “I