Viking Fantasy Novels & Stories

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

"Lord Ravenclaw, are you sure that you don't have any goblin blood on you?" Asked Professor Flitwick with a tone of joke, and some amusement on his face. Erik understood the Professor's joke. And he replied in the same manner. "Goblin's blood? No, no, Professor Flitwick, I have some Valkyrie's blood in me, but no goblin. The price haggling is just a skill that I got during the years that I ventured as a sea merchant, some good three hundred years ago." "Valkyrie?" Professor Flitwick asked. He, obviously, had heard about the race of women 'created' and raised for battle and war in the Norse Pantheon.

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

"What an intriguing feat, Lavender." Twar rose from the ground. A deep blue and violet aura radiated from him, rippling outward like waves. Twar had mastered a Sika called 'Hafgufa Glima,' one of two potent branches of art dedicated to the battle skills of Viking chiefs' bloodlines. Both body and mind were honed, their bearing as resolute and fierce as the legendary Kraken beast of the seas from their ancestral land. Stepping onto the AB shield, compressed air burst forth from beneath its surface, propelling him once again towards Ravyn. In mid-air, he seized her by the waist. *snatch!*

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse

One second he took a gander at her with enthusiasm and murmured sweet alluring words, however in the following second, he would rapidly turn around to his savage self and toxin everything around him. He resembled the berserkers, the old Norse champions who battled in a wild furor. In him was the severe Viking blood. So now what's the plan? "… " Silje looked as Kail's group hauled Jamal away. Kail checked out at her with bleak eyes.

She cackled and soon the whole room was shaking and tilting on its own axis. Suddenly, fire shot out of the rod and Lucia was lucky enough to dodge it. She had been expecting something like that and had mentally prepared herself ever since she saw the staff pointed at her. She knew most witches loved fighting with fire when angered and this was not different, considering that she's their queen. Only a few witches could make one freeze to death and those were the most deadly when angered. She knew the one right before her was so angry and would battle it out to the latter with her so she was prepared to dodge her attacks while sending out a few of her own.

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

My voice shook with emotions, and cracked at times as I fought against the tears. “You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always be there for you, to love you unconditionally, and to always put you first. You are my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, my viking.”

He huffed and put his fork down, but he had half a smile on his face, so I knew he was not that angry or frustrated. “I can tell you this: The barbarians think you are their lost girl pup. Their pack was blessed with a girl child about 23 years ago. The human woman was mated to the pack´s beta. There were even rumors of her being an Alpha Maiden. A unique creature that only appears in folklores and old tails. But when the little girl was around three years old, she and her mother disappeared. That is also why and how the war between the two packs. The barbarians believed the Vikings helped her back to the human world; the Viking pack thought they made all this up so that they could attack an