Viking Fantasy Novels & Stories

Freya gasped when she caught up, astonished by the sight she saw. “This has to be a joke.” Randall and Daphne whispered at the same time, taken aback, trying to fathom how they were supposed to fight what’s before them. “What? You scared- What the fuck!?” Tristan was about to tease him but gasped himself when a league of giant vikings was before them. Twenty feet tall vikings, walking around, harsher and stronger than the cyclops they faced at the war. Indicating they have to fight them if they want to reach their last relic.

But then again, he didn’t have to think twice, did he? “Then I will do it if it’s for the good of the coven,” he answers in a flat voice and walks away from his sister. I can tell Vanya doesn’t believe a word he’s just said, but she shifts into her wolf form and runs away. For the good of the coven? Wait…does this mean Ilya and Vanya are half-witches? How did Kai, or the BloodCrest witches, not pick this up?! Unless the BloodCrest witches knew about this…It wouldn’t surprise me if they all worked together to bring Xamnir back.

Guerrero’s return would be nothing short of fire. But the question is; ….”would he ever come back”? ….”was he dead”?. ”Blood is thicker than water” or so they say. 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 “

assistant"> Asgard had long been gripped by cold, and even now a fine rain drifted through the air. The road leading to the sacred Dap Bridge lay hazy and indistinct, yet it was crowded with black knights pursuing from Hand City. They rode dragons, while skeletal phoenixes spread their wings overhead. Streaks of cold green light flashed through the thick mist as the army surged forward like a swiftly moving black cloud, sweeping toward Valhalla. The icy wind filled Loki’s thin white garments. His gaze was sharp, still searching everywhere. Just as the black knights drew near the square, Loki raised his hand and made a throwing motion toward them.

Freya had sent more Viking warriors after us to kill us off, so that we could not live to help anymore. I told Kaitlyn and Ali about a Viking warrior that attacked us in the Hospital with a monster that words alone could not describe, however, the strength of this Viking warrior was incredible so much that Liss and I struggled to overpower him, until Sam stepped in and offered to be a diversion so I could escape to reach her.

force of the waves lifted him off the deck and knocked him over. Because of the strong waves, he could not see clearly where he was. He knew he would simply be picked up by the ship and face his own fate. He endured his anger and fear. He survived the dragon's mouth, but appears to have been captured by a sea demon. Then iron fingers were attached to his wrists. A great force fought against the power of the sea. Then the water disappeared. In an instant, Ragnar fell to the deck, but was saved by a stranger who chased away the dragon. "Quiet." said the wizards. “It is not my destiny to die here, I think it comes from us.lightning said angrily. Death was within Ragnar's reach. I felt the wind

They're so warm, comforting, and the Viking’s breath fanning his face is mouth-watering. Sean's eyes widen when the Viking closes his eyes and leans in. Sean tries to pull back and get out of his arms, but it's useless. The Viking's large, strong arms have him trapped with nowhere to go. Sean freezes when the Viking man begins nuzzling his cheek. He instantly melts, becoming putty in his arms. His stomach does one flip after another as the large beast nuzzles his cheeks affectionately. His nose slowly makes its way along his cheek, over his jaw, and down his neck until it finds what he's looking for.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” Daniel lifted his finger as he shook off the visions in his head and thought about his family. What he would do to anyone who harmed them. “Indulge her the vengeance she deserves, no matter how cruel.” Huffing out through his mouth, the old Viking’s teeth chattered as the adrenaline started to course through his system, and the dirty, primal animal in him made its way to the surface. “You’re goddamn right I will.” He stretched his neck out from side to side while the mist started to consume his feet, then lowered his head to his King and closed his eyes as he concentrated on the old castle in England.

“No more beers for you.” She shot me a smile as she led him away. “Sorry, sometimes these guys get a little carried away with their fantasy role play. Especially when they’ve been drinking.” A little puzzled, I decided it was time to find Julie, who of course wanted to stay longer, even though I was beyond ready to call it a night. I told her about crazy Drake, and the cute guy she was with brushed if off, saying Drake got like this when he played Dragons and Dungeons. I was told to just ignore him. Julie told me the same thing and assured me that nobody wanted us

Let them be the example. Everyone moves to the food court to grab something to eat. The first nights are great, we have meats and fruits. By the end of the raid, food is scarce and the men grow quick-tempered and weak. The creatures destroy and pillage everything within an area, leaving little to nothing for us to eat. We cannot eat the meat of the creatures as poison runs through their blood. The blood varies slightly from the sub-species of creatures but it is all toxic. The Wyvern class have two sub-species both capable of flight; insect type and drake type. Insect types have multiple legs, while the drake types have no legs and only wings. They have blue blood and are mostly scale skinne