Viking Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

“I am Alpha Vektor, my queen. This is my beta Susanne and my gamma Ambrose.” "It's nice to meet everyone." I said I could feel their hurt, anger and hatred for the people of Lygion. I watched them all and noticed they looked like well bred savages. Their hairstyles made them look like vikings from the tale of the Scandinavian era. The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist.

My mind swirled with countless questions. “Are you saying Dante mistreats women?” The question tumbled from my lips, eyes glinting with a mix of fear and curiosity, fixed on Pietro like the bright stars above. Pietro regarded me with pity before humming thoughtfully. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” Pietro began, capturing my undivided attention. “Dante is a formidable warrior, a businessman, a Viking, a Viking mafia. But there’s one thing he isn’t,” he paused, meeting my inquisitive gaze. “He isn’t affectionate, especially towards women. He sees women as mere objects for men’s pleasure or as toys for their satisfaction, nothing beyond t

Kai No one knew where Vanya went, and she cut off her ties to us soon after Ilya died. It is as if she disappeared into thin air. Fucking witches, I don't particularly like them and the way they tamper with things. Especially the dark witches in Norway; those women could send you to Hell and make you wish for more. A chill goes up my spine as I remember visiting Norway with my parents searching for a way to calm my Lycan beast. All their rituals required human sacrifices, so my mother opted for the ritual she underwent with our own witches.

Then I turn around and walk away, making a path toward the kitchen. I have one of the cabinets filled with snacks because whenever I have a day off I enjoy them while watching TV shows. I take out a big packet of chips and then open my fridge and take out a pack of chicken nuggets and two cold drinks since it’s sweltering today. I fry the nuggets and take all the snacks to the living room, placing them on the table. “Here,” I say, taking a seat next to Lizzie. “So? How do you feel about visiting Venezuela again after two years?” I ask as I offer her the nuggets.

"Ok where was I, oh yeah this morning I gained my wolf and she told me i am destined for greatness, but we have to get through the first part, I'm guessing that might be my nightmares. Then mum thought she knew what my dreams might mean and we spent the morning researching ragnarok" "How did your mum know to look into ragnarok, that norse mythology , some don't even believe in it other than the vikings" Mary said "Vikings" I say cocking my head. "I don't know how mum knew to look into ragnarok, hang on ill ask" "Mum just wondering how did you know to look into ragnarok?" I aak through mind-link "Your wolf name, I was only working on a hunch I didn't even know if it would be the same as your

The marshmallow toasted perfectly, much to Victor’s delight. I merely chuckled at how Fenrir says one thing and does another. He clearly dotes on both Victoria and Victor. The three of them are getting closer by the day. Even though it is kind of forced since Victoria always chases Fenrir. But still, what matters is the end result. ‘You are barbaric, Katie.’ Kath purred and whined when on devil’s name our mate would pop in front of us. I merely told her that we should just wait for a little bit more.

Hi guys! We're at the end of another story, and so far, it's been an amazing journey, I should say. Thank you for reading till this point, thank you for commenting, thank you for contributing...thank you, thank you and thank you! If you're looking for more works by me, well I have: 1. Kidnapped By The Lycan Prince (wolf x Lycan) 2. Mated To Valentine (Vampire romance) 3. The Omega 's Choice (Wolf romance)

A true VIKINGS should be able to perceive his own blood even from it's silhouettes… This trait has been passed down From the Ancestral Wolves… Embedded in the leader of the VIKINGS and it's descendants Even the Breeze cackled at those who called the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD “ The storm had only begun.

she giggled, blushing slightly. I felt my eyebrows rise, “a viking?” “Yeah, a viking warrior with a handsomely fierce look on his face, and his dark hair blowing in the wind as he stood aboard his viking boat on his way to a raid,” she responded, an almost dreamy look in her eyes. “A raid, huh? Where the viking will kidnap the young maiden and keep her as his personal slave?” I couldn’t help teasing her, but the moment she bit her lower lip, the teasing ended.

I tell her and she smiles. “Thanks Troy, I needed it too, I’ve been having strange dreams lately that keep waking me up at night.” I arch an eyebrow at her, “What sort of dreams?” “Oh, just some scary looking Viking dude keeps appearing in my dreams, telling me I have a purpose, and to listen to the Gods, it’s really weird. Sometimes he takes me to place on a hill with broken rocks and other times, I’m on a pirate looking ship.” She shakes her head and frown I wonder if Ragnar is speaking to her through her dreams.