Novel & Cerita Viking Fantasy

“That’s where you’re wrong wolf. The Icelands is very large. This is the enchanted forest as the king likes to call it. In other words, it is home to shape shifters and abnormal supernaturals. There’s a nearby cave which is home to vraugmitas; humans who had been reluctantly changed to vampires. Beyond the cave are the hot springs and our fantastic waterfall. Rumours have it that if you want a child quickly, just have sex in the springs. Now, unlike the eastern side of the Icelands, this side doesn’t know snow. The weather never changes.” That’s just wow. “How does one come here?” “Through the black market. Your purchase one of Sven’s illicit goods, and if they like you, you gain access to t

“I am going back to the Bone Lands. Alone. Keep the pack safe until I return.” “You just survived one impossible mission. Now you want to attempt another?” “These wolves deserve a chance. Deserve mercy. I will not abandon them.” I looked at Kade’s unconscious form. “And I will not lose anyone else to the Council’s cruelty.” Richards bowed his head. “Yes, Alpha.” I left within the hour. Ran toward the Bone Lands. Toward the witch who might help or might destroy me. Toward the only chance these broken wolves had. The forest grew dark and twisted again. The bones appeared. Thousands of them. All humming with magic.

Children screaming and the gnashing of jaws was coating the once almost deadly quiet air. In the distance I could see the two large grey wolves of Dietrich and Vance fighting off hoards of royal blue cloaked vampires. Simon's slim black wolf was barreling through the crowds as a sea of black cloaked vampires began to fight along with him. It felt surreal as utter chaos broke out and the fighting only grew worse. Bodies had already started to fall and I felt Cinnabar begin to run through the crowd towards the pack house.

Being trapped within the confines of Miss J's small cabin left Dante restless and hungry. Tucked outside the city limits, deep within the dense forests he remained in order to help the old Witch find her answers about a book her very young protege had envisioned. Yet each day that passed by, he grew hungrier in more ways than one. He had done well after leaving London behind to travel across the open waters, but when he caught the scent of the Witch's blood through her clothes, it took every bit of strength he had to restrain himself from feeding on her. Blood was not a necessity compared to some of his underlings. He could survive quite well without it, of course that took years of patience

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”

Among them, two figures stood above the rest—not only because of their physiques, but because of the dangerous aura surrounding them. Sokaris, the Norse god, stood as still as a granite statue. His bare torso was covered in scars that told stories of forgotten battles, and his icy blue eyes constantly sought mine, making my cheeks flush. If looks could get someone pregnant, we'd already be expecting twenty pups... damn... it's getting hot in here... Kallie whispered inside my mind as she peeked through my eyes. Several yards away, Vladimir, the Vampire King, wore a predatory smile. Despite the ban on magic, his natural speed and reflexes made him a terrifying opponent.

While I was waiting, I looked back through the older part of the book. Some of the spells ranged from the tenth and twelfth centuries; some even earlier. I wondered if any of my ancestors had known King Arthur or Joan of Arc, but it was doubtful. My ancestors came from the Vikings. Interesting. Vikings were known for their strength and ruthlessness, among other things. I smirked, sure that held true for the Arctic Wolf-Witches of my people, too, who had settled in Alaska and the northern regions of North American by way of Iceland and Greenland. I suddenly wondered if some of my people had survived.

She gingerly rubbed my thumb: "Here is a tale of what the gods become, in an age when iron eagles pierce the clouds like swords, lightning is how we shall, trapped infantile and wasted, no might of Thur but bound like ragged Loki in a box, shall be enslaved by human chattel, to plough fields and suck the soul of the world: this is what happens when the spirits are forgot, and in Eric the Red's land, our children's children's bones shall remember Hela, Jotun Queen of the Dead." Captured, by my Valkyrie's wit, by this horsewoman Tuniska's skaldic arts, I surmounted her chest like a kitten, her breasts like stone fruit for a rabbit squll to nibble on, tender to the touch, and I plucked her chee

My sound sounds hollow even to me. She tosses her hair. "Oh, yes. So, you are going to do what? Stand up to the Vikings?" I straighten my spine. "If needed." "They are marauders. Berserkers. There are leaders, and then there are Vikings." Her chin trembles. She tries to tug her fingers from mine. I grip her hand tighter. "So what? Ultimately, they are leaders, like any other. They think with their dicks. They smell Dominion pussy and lose all coherent thought—"

I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win. Ulfhild's lips trembled slightly before she firmed them once more and he knew that she had heard him. He was about to say more when he scented something unexpected on the ocean breeze. Wolves. And, not just any wolves, but Sköll wolves. He stood tall trying to see over the crowd, and, suddenly, there they were. Huge wolves, fangs bared, running full tilt down the beach alongside an entire contingent of Viking warriors, Erik and Birger in the lead.