Novel & Cerita Viking Fantasy

(The fallen Angels bore two species of new creatures, witches and nephilims, these nephilims will be associated with the giants of the norse folklore) VANAHEIM Vanaheim (Old Norse: “Vanaheimr”) is the home of the Vanir gods. The Vanir gods is an historical department of gods. The Vanir are masters of sorcery and magic. They are additionally broadly stated for their talent to predict the future. Nobody knows where precisely the land, Vanaheim is located, or even how it appears like. At the quit of the Aesir-Vanir war, the three Vanir, Njord, Freyr, and Freya moved to Asgard as a token of peace.

Victor was going to kill me. A/N: Anyone out there watching Vikings? I recently started and some of these guys were inspired by characters on the show. Idk why, but Dimitri speaking Old Norse with the Vikings is really attractive to me XD. Creating that dialogue was a huge bitch. There are some dictionaries of the language out there, but they aren't very extensive so I had to improvise on things they could have said, making their convo come out a little elementary. Served its purpose though! Dimitri also reveals a little bit more about his past here, but more details on Ivan will eventually come out later.

I wrenched my arm out of his hold, walking away while he stared after me. "That there is a Viking woman, Saint. If you don't want her, I sure the hell do," Leif snorted. "It's a rare breed that will work from dawn until sundown, protecting her people. Fenrir blessed you, even if you can't see it, daft bastard." "She rejected me and banished my crew, allowing her father to torture us. She may be the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen or wanted, but she's as cold-hearted and evil as her father." I swallowed, overhearing Saint's words, frowning as I replayed what he'd said. I didn't slow down or even acknowledge the men as I entered my room, flinging off my clothes before jumping into the sh

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

That is a very bold and courageous step but now that I think of it, I don’t know how I can make that happen. The Vikings and Black Harem hatred goes beyond just a regular one. Any Viking citizen that sets foot on the Black Harem land is immediately killed and vice versa. How am I supposed to end such feud? “I’ll see him tomorrow,” I finally said to Cleo who nodded and took his leave. I retired to bed with heaviness in my heart.

I asked. “We are Vikings not Kelorians.” “And what exactly is a Viking?” Leon asked. “I would need a whole day to explain that to you.” Sif replied. “So how about we make camp and you explain what a Vampire is before I tell what makes a person a Viking?” “That sounds fair enough,” I said. “And tomorrow we will continue our journey.” “Where are you heading?” Sif asked. “To the land of the fairies.” “So are we.” I couldn’t understand where, and how, Sif and her men could have met A’el. Whatever the case, I was eager to hear her side of the story.

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

And as for Serina, she was only introduced into four of them — including her late master. Euphemia, the Witch of Vanity. She rose from the land of the Soil governed by the God of Humility. Helga, hailed as the Witch of Treachery was a native of the land of Thunder, dominated by the God of Pledge. Prima, who originated from the land of Nature, was later dubbed as the Witch of Greed — in contrast to their God's principle: Charity.

now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, isn't that just a myth? The more Aza thought, the more confused he was with the contents of the book. Or maybe this is a fairy tale book that he accidentally read and fell asleep, while sleeping the book hit his head so that he forgot that he had the book and read it last night, ok like that. "Argh! No logic, no logic, no logic! What the hell!" Aza grumbled in frustration. "Aza! Come down! Let's eat!" At the moment the confusion in Aza's mind widened, Aubrey's voice was like a savior for Aza who was thinking so hard that he was confused by what he was thinking.

And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like a weapon, his gaze burning with a mix of conquest and something deeper. They had taken me not just as a slave, but as a prize—the woman who had slain three of their warriors before being overwhelmed. Now, as the ship neared their fjord homeland, they approached me. “You fight like a valkyrie,” Ragnar rumbled, his voice deep and resonant as he crouched before me, calloused fingers tilting my chin up. His touch sent an unwelcome spark through my body, heat pooling low despite the cold and my fury. “Such fire belongs in our hall, not wasted in chains.”