Norse Vampires Novels & Stories

“She is asleep. Please thank your queen for her potion.” Leif bows his head. “My Ida is a very powerful healer. I am sure by the time Willow wakes, she will feel much better.” The Norwegian wolves don’t have the same attitude towards witches as we do. Steeped in centuries of history, mysticism, and tradition, the witches live and work alongside the wolves and other supernatural creatures. They don’t hate each other as we do. “May I ask? Have you had any problems with the humans?” “None yet, your majesty, but our humans are, shall we say, more tolerant. We haven’t had a war with humans since the Viking age.”

She grabbed the book and flipped through the pages quickly until she found the page she was looking for. "What are you looking for?" I asked "A spell to take us to where we need to go," Joyce "Where do we need to go," Aunt Lil asked "To the most dangerous realm, there is. We need to go to Norvok," Joyce said, and we all gasped. I couldn't believe what she was telling us Norvok was the darkest realm there was. Evil witches and vampires were all that lived there. Vampires were worse than Evil witches. They had been our enemies forever, and that would never change.

Willow stared at him for awhile as he kept his eyes away. "Is there something I can do? Get you water or...?" Willow paused. She was throwing options out there, but Dante was no ordinary being. He is a Vampire. She had very little knowledge of the creatures, which was her fault for not being as prepared to possibly deal with them, but how would she have known she would be in the same room as one?

TROLL In old norse mythology, beings described as trolls dwell in isolated rocks, mountains, or caves, living together in a small family units, and are rarely helpful to human kind. "Well I guess I can't count on them when the time comes" I stated Flipping through the book I decided to flip the books closer to the back few pages, Then I landed on a title that peaked my interest only slightly though. VAMPIRE Evil mythological beings who roam the world at night never venturing out in the day time as the sunlight because only feeding on the essential life force of humans to remain immortal has its down side, when vampires drink the blood of humans its cold when vampires go into the sunlight the

“You know, just because you’re bigger and stronger doesn’t mean you were first. My grandfather said the first lupus garou was a red—that he was a berserker, a Norseman, who prayed to Odin, the Scandinavian god of war and death but also of poetry and wisdom. Odin could change into any form he liked, but a bear and a wolf were his best known forms. He was thought of as the ultimate alpha wolf when he turned into that beast. The berserker human was a redhead, and after losing his wife and children to a raiding party of Norsemen, he beseeched Odin to give him the power to right the wrong done to his family and his people. “Odin took pity on the Norseman and gifted him withnear-immortality by ext

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

She watched, curious, as the woman grabbed her grandfather by the neck and bit into him making him scream. Nora did too, loudly, getting up on the floor and scrambling to stand again though she still hurt from the attack earlier. The woman wasn’t a woman at all. She was a vampire. The vampire drank greedily from her grandfather. Nora knew she should have done something but the man had just attacked her and she could only watch, stunned.

"She was the one who told me what werewolves were really called and why they decided to do such things." "According to the story, werewolves attack part of humans to blood beings, to..." he nodded. "That's a falsehood that writers accommodated to their whim. The truth is that the Unticinak are beings that protect the blood beings. They don't have that much difference from all of them, Elijah. Both the Unticinak and the vampires are souls that remain attached to the same being to whom they were sold." "He doesn't say that in any book. I'm disappointed that they lie like that," Za laughed a little at his indignation. "That doesn't make me laugh."

At the same time, the queen used her last enchantment to send her children away, saving them before the Master hunter could kill them all. And so, the vampire warriors were now bound to destroy the Master and his hunters forever. Oh, wait, about the vampires? Those magnificent, phenomenal undead? They were the embodiment of perfection, but not as pale as those who sparkle in the sun-sort-of-vampire. Nork vampires were the epitome of superbness. They were like some hot male leads in a romantic novel where the handsome man was over six feet tall, had dark hair, tattoos, and so much testosterone-inflated muscle that he had to walk through doors sideways and who talked less. Not to mention that

>The Morrakai: pale as drowned corpses drifted barefoot through the crowd, their black-veined throat's humming hymns that made lesser vampires sway as if drunk >The Nosferati: gaunt and skeletal, prowled in silence at the festival’s edges, honored only for the terror their presence commanded. And weaving through them all came > The Veythar, silver-eyed predators who prided themselves on elegance, sipping on chalices. Other breeds filled in: >The Morvath breed: broad-shouldered and iron-eyed, wrestled one another in displays of strength, tearing stone pillars from the ground and hurling them like spears.