Ragnar Lothbrok Novels & Stories

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she said. “What sins?” I asked keeping the distance between us. “In the great hall of Odin I was burned three times and his spear missed my heart so I was reborn as this. I have waited many years for my revenge and you will suffer as I did.” She glared at me. “Gullveig,” I said as Blaise said the name in my head. “I have created my own army and they will wreak havoc on Midgard until my lust for blood is satiated,” she said and lifted her arms.

My home burned behind us, but my spirit refused to break. Three figures stood out among the crew, their presence commanding the very air around them. Jarl Ragnar Bloodaxe, the leader, was a giant of a man with braided blond hair, a beard woven with silver rings, and eyes the color of storm-tossed seas. His muscular frame, covered in furs and leather, bore the scars of countless battles. Beside him stood his brother, Thorsten the Stormcaller, leaner but no less imposing, with wild red hair and tattoos of ravens covering his arms—marks of his connection to the gods. And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like

She pouted just a little when he stomped it on the deck, then threw it over the balcony. “I, I was just, I,” she stumbled over her words, completely stunned at the gorgeous man glowering over her. “Well,” he tapped his foot impatiently, as if he were dealing with a child. “It helps my nerves,” she finally stuttered. “And what is that?” Drago gestured to her dog, who was still snoring away, unfettered by the handsome doctor’s presence. “Oh, that’s Thor, my mastiff,” “Mastiffs are good guard dogs,from the time of the Romans,” Drago said thoughtfully.

As the companions were walking along the main road that led them alongside the mountain range, Rex enjoyed listening to Charr explain parts they saw. The mountain range was created by the dragon Ragnar and he brought his tribesman with him into the mountains and named them ‘Bohl’ which meant warrior in dragon language. “Story told by elders say Ragnar make us from ogre for strong and man for other weak things like emotion and brain” Charr said shaking his head, “Bohl no need brain, only need strong back.”

"That was fun..." "Yeah...Do you care for some wine?" I asked and he nodded wordlessly.There was this weird silence between us as we sipped our wine, our eyes glued on the television screen.We were watching the last episode of Game of Thrones . "I prefer Vikings to Game of Thrones..." He commented. "Me too..." "So who is your favourite actor in Vikings?" "Ragnar Lothbrok and you?" "Ivar the boneless...." "Don't tell me you pity him because he is a cripple?"

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.

However she recognized a name that was written in an arch across the top. The first one she read said Fenrisúlfr then Vánagandr, before Hróðvitnir. All names she’d seen in the research that she did. One phrase she picked out as well had a name in it. Stating that here within lay Fenrir, bound by glipenir and with blade and chain he would be held until Ragnarok. She was surprised she read it so well, like it clicked in her brain. Like she could always read it. Maybe that should have been a red flag to her, but she felt kind of excited and started to walk around the thing. That scientific geek part of her driving her onward.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

She looks up defiantly at the person sitting in the centre at a big chair, and my fists clench seeing him. Ray The Beta/ Second in command of the hunter clan. He is famous for sleeping around with women for the fun of it, and his hatred towards female wolves, knows no boundaries at it. Thora refuses to lower her eyes, meeting his angry stare and I curse. What is this girl doing! Does she have a death wish! I try to send another mindlink to again find it blocked. Damn Thora! The man is not to be messed with! He can hurt you. "Come here"