Novel & Cerita Viking Fantasy

“You’re telling me the little girl in the fairytale carried a lethal crossbow around with her?” “She wasn’t a little girl, Harlow. The fairytale is nothing like what really happened. You know that by now, right? She fought dark wolves and mages, not just one evil wolf who slipped into her grandmother’s house when no one was paying attention. She drove out more evil mages and dark wolves than any other mage in history. That’s why she became a legend. The entire story is told in code so that humans wouldn’t understand what was really happening. She certainly didn’t have a woodcutter come and save her. She didn’t need saving. And if you learn to use that crossbow, neither will you.”

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

‘I don’t want to lose you ever. The thought of it terrified her. His teeth nipped her lower lip right before he tore his mouth away and buried his face in her hair. His hips surged against hers, swiveled. Deep inside, Sunny felt his cock swell, the head of it rubbing against her in a way that left her feeling like she’d somehow explode, even as her skin started to feel too tight, too hot. Magnus was a Viking… for real. She slammed her head against the window, barely noticing the pain as sensation swamped her.

I was all the way on the opposite side of the library around two corners and I never made a move. “Whoa,” I whispered to myself. Once I gathered myself I looked at the book my nose was pointing to and sat Indian style on the floor and studied the cover. “Odins’s Special Warriors” The story read about wolves that Odin commissioned to go into battle and these wolves were so powerful that when they sustained injuries in battle, they were unaffected. Their strength, speed and agility were unmatched as these wolves were seemingly invincible. The last line caught her attention, ‘These wolves have the power to control all others with their aura, no matter the species. Female Ulfheonars are a rarity

“We have not harmed you, or even threatened to. You have been fed, protected, cared for. Your child, too. Why would you believe we mean you harm?” “It is the Viking way.” “What do you know of the Viking way?” “I know that you raid, that you attack without warning. That is what you planned for Alfred, is it not?” “Alfred?” “The man who has cows for trade.” “Ah, that Alfred. We would barter with this Alfred for a good dairy cow, that is all. We discussed our plans, you heard us. Why would you think otherwise?” “You said… you said you would make him trade with you, one way or another.”

I grumbled. “I honestly don’t think you can hurt me. But I’ll stick to your timeline, and I won’t try to coerce you,” he vowed. “I read enough to know that’s not exactly true… Fire mages are just as strong as dragons, right?” He nodded. “And some are even stronger…” I trailed off. He sighed. “Ember, I trust that you would never hurt me.” “Anyway,” I said, wanting to change the subject. “How about those Vikings?”

“Let’s watch The Vikings or The Last Kingdom.” “So you have a thing with medieval guys or just the theme of the show.” I placed my palm on her thigh and rubbed it a bit. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and nothing down but panties. “The shows are good. The guys from that Viking age just like to rut, had multiple partners, and contra to the characters portrayed in the show, they should smell like onion or sulphur and they couldn’t be all this fit with abs and icy blue eyes. I mean, look at Ragnar Lothbrok.” She even gestured as the first episode started rolling. “Travis Fimmel is perfect for the role.”

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.

Martin looks at his finger and rubs on the spot where the coin has left a mark. “Yeah, not many teenagers are willing to travel this far for a School assignment, right ?” Finn laughs. “But the truth is that there are several thousand pages about how things were back in the time of the vikings. It is sagas that have been passed down by our brothers. Back then shapeshifting was a part of the seiðr. Even the eddaes are filled with stories of berserkers''. “I am not following at all”. Martin shakes his head. “Sorry but my education is lacking. We were too busy running from crazy witches”.

I don't know this Viking warrior but at the mere mention of his name, my heart started beating hard against my ribcage and I began to feel a strange but sweet throbbing sensation that I couldn't explain in between my thighs "But did he really do that? Did he really drink out of dead people's skulls" I ask Martha in awe. I can't hide how terrified I am of this Viking warrior from Martha but I try as much as possible not to let my strange excitement for the warrior that she described as a monster show so she wouldn't think I've gone crazy