Ragnar #vikings Novelas e Histórias

My voice shook with emotions, and cracked at times as I fought against the tears. “You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always be there for you, to love you unconditionally, and to always put you first. You are my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, my viking.”

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.

The guys seemed shocked as to how can this mother fucker behave so easy with them! Ragnar was known for his aggression besides his lovely cute nature with that breathe skipping smile. It was more like a miracle happening when he rested his butt on the table so as to face the properly with the motive of locking his gaze with them under the dark booth. It was hard to see anyone under those flickering lights if disco ball falling on them.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

They were resting. “I told you,” Ragnar whispered into the darkness, his voice thick with a tenderness he showed to no one else. “I will bear it all with you. The fire, the blood, and the peace.” Freya reached up, her fingers tracing the brand she had given him twelve years ago on his face, the mark that started it all. “We have a war to win tomorrow,” she murmured. “Then let the world burn,” Ragnar said, closing his eyes. “As long as you’re standing in the center of the flame with me, I don’t care about the ashes.”

IT HAS BEEN a week since the Vikings went on the raid that King Ragnar had told Sophie about and nothing much happened ever since. She heard that they were planning on raiding Paris whom a priest from Wessex had told King Ragnar about. She had never got the chance to meet that famous priest she had been hearing about yet, and she hoped she would once they were back if they ever made it back as she knew how strong the Franks were from the few months she had spent there with them.

he called, "The settlement is under attack. We've been invaded. The troops have gone upfront to the heat of the battle, but we need you and Huncho there as well because he is—” A loud and guttural growl reverberated through the air, interrupting U.T. It was a sound Astrid knew all too well—the unmistakable roar of a powerful lycan. Only one person was capable of such destruction. Her fists clenched at her sides, "He is here," she declared, her voice low, "Ragnar is here.” -:- The sound of wolf-skin being teared apart filled the air once more. That was it. Ragnar had killed another one.

"Let us show them that our kindness was a privilege. They have silver, but we have our inner beast. Unleash your wolf on whoever crosses your path" "Yes, Alpha!" They chorused. Ragnar went back into the house to find his wife. He saw her picking an arrow from its case. "What are you doing?" "Fighting with you." She said, without looking at him, and continued to store more arrows in the quiver around her waist. "Nonsense!" Ragnar spat, going to her and removing all of the arrows with her. "Did you forget? Today is the birth date. You would not fight in this condition"

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Third Person POV: India a country where dreams comes true, a country which is defined by cultural diversity, which is renowned for its cuisine, technology, festivals, prestige and colorful traditions however from past few years India was slowly disappearing under darkness, it was suffering from growing crimes rates and increase in underworld activities, there was a havoc created by many gangsters all over country , many illegal’s activities and crime which were slowly draining it beauty and value but most dangerous part of it was that every gangster from every corner of India was ruled by just one single person and he was demon himself he was “RAVAN”.