Viking Female Names Novels & Stories

I said, to Leia who was resting her head on my chest. “Okay, so here it fucking goes. List number one are the normal fucking names, like. Nova, Cara, Aria and Aurora.” “They’re all cute names. What about the not normal list?” I said, very curious how strange these names would be. “Okay, these are all inspired by fucking movies or games. So Rayne, Willow, Rey, Ripley, Aeryn, Elora and Allana.” I laughed, “is it wrong that I like the movie names better? So which one is your favorite?”

"Please don't." "By the way, I noticed that you have a number of other witch friends whose names also end with '-sviel'. Rubisveil, Gretasviel, Irisviel, and Serrasviel. You mentioned those other names when you send messages using those talking birds that can mimic your voice. Is that a common witch trend?" Aleister asked to change the subject. "Well, '- sviel' is derived from Sybil, the strongest witch to ever exist. Outstanding powerful witches who reached even 75% of her talent and achievements may choose to add the -sviel to their name."

The first leader of both clans were once very close friends, some say they were siblings but either ways they had a very close relationship united in their quest to find the lost city of Eldarath. Then came when it was time for them to both claim a mate. According to history, the Viking Alpha had met a woman named Astrid first. She was a beautiful intelligent and fierce warrior from a neighboring clan. The Viking Alpha had taken a liking to her and she to him. They fell in love and soon became inseparable, but the leader of the Black Harem clan also had his eyes on Astrid. He claimed to have also met her first and with that a feud between the two friends began.

The way Dedrick seemed so soft now, his hand rubbing small circles in her back and his eyes full of concern. "A long, long time ago, when heathens and Vikings began to raid, then to migrate to new lands, they would build what was called and Apex. This was a place of great spiritual importance, and there the keepers of tales and legends built homes and halls alongside gifted individuals, most called Volvas, some called Seers, though there were many names." He couldn't get over the way her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke, everyone listening in and even shifting forward some.

Asher introduced me as his mate and future Queen, which made my often silent Ruby puff out her chest with pleasure. Each she-Dragon introduced themselves as Gærriðla, the designer; Óðinn, in charge of procuring materials and would be the main seamstress; and Sigríðr, who would be measuring and creating patterns. For ease, they said I could call them Gabriella, Diane and Samantha, explaining that each Dragon had two names. One would be a more typical human name from the area they lived in, and the other was their Dragonese name, which was the same as their Dragon. I made a mental note to use their Dragonese names since it seemed disrespectful otherwise.

Let me start from the very beginning. You are Sif. Or let me put it this way, you're Sif reincarnate. If you were raised by your real parents, you would have been named Sif and not your wolf. In Norse mythology, Sif is a golden-haired goddess associated with earth. She's the goddess of grain and fertility. She's Thor's wife. I got my wolf when I was fourteen. That was when I was told why I was named after Thor, the most widely-known powerful god of thunder, known for his bravery, strength, and healing powers. I also got to know all about you and our special mate bond.

I asked, having never heard either name before, yet they were familiar to me. “Ragnvaldr and Guðmundur,” she said again, looking at me with a slight blush. “I got tired of calling them the dragons, so I gave them names. Guðmundur for yours,” she turns to Björn, “and Ragnvaldr for you. I don’t know why, I just felt like I needed to give them names.” “You…” I started. “… named our beasts?” Björn finished. “Yes.”

Lyric Pria’s Beta, a surly looking man called Emile (formerly Aemilius, as he told me) is behind the wheel. He’s taking turns with Haldor’s Beta Silja, to drive. I find it interesting that the viking wolves never felt the need to change their names, but everyone else did. “What was your ancient name?” I ask Noah. Across from us, sitting in seats facing us, Pria and Haldor smile at me like I’m some kind of adorable toddler or something.

The other girls, three in number, stood there, watching Heyli carefully but once Melodie gave them a signal, they all began to introduce themselves one after the other. "My name is Nina," Nina, a dark skinned girl with bouncy hair, introduced herself. She was eerily quiet and she had the most piercing eyes Heyli had ever seen. It gave her the chills. "Jenna," The third girl said. She had blue eyes and her smile seemed everlasting. She was tall and skinny and looked like she should be a model in the human world. "Name's Bianca," The last girl introduced. "I'm Loki's future mate."

She wasn't nearly as bad as Mrs Helvig because she didn't participate in more dangerous activities against the law but Laura definitely had the adrenaline junkie genes from her mom. Before she was married to this tightwad, Mrs Helvig was a free-spirited young lady who started her own biker gang, famous for terrorising the highways and outracing the police. Having a female biker wasn't very common but Mrs Helvig proved that she could outrace any man on two wheels and earned herself the nickname "Freya". She never wore a helmet when she rode and the flaming red hair fluttering in the wind made her look like the charismatic Nordic goddess of war.