Viking Hairstyles Men Novels & Stories

“I am Alpha Vektor, my queen. This is my beta Susanne and my gamma Ambrose.” "It's nice to meet everyone." I said I could feel their hurt, anger and hatred for the people of Lygion. I watched them all and noticed they looked like well bred savages. Their hairstyles made them look like vikings from the tale of the Scandinavian era. The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist.

“Yes. Still a bit weak, but the shower does feel great.” “Good, have a seat over there. I’ve already drawn Valko’s blood,” he says. “It didn’t even hurt,” Valko says as I run my fingers through his blond hair, getting a feel for the thickness. “How short do you want it, Valko?” “I’d like to be able to spike it up on the top, but I want it short in the back.” “So, longer on the top and shorter on the sides. Got it,” I say, as I grab my comb and scissors, and begin cutting his hair.

“Not like I have a choice.” Gerri stood, shook her head, and walked to a window before turning to face him. “Look at you.” Vikter winced. He knew it had been a mistake coming to see her without cutting his hair or shaving. “I’ve looked at myself.” “You hard-headed little fire-breather.” She glared at him. “You think any woman will want a man who takes such little care in his grooming?” She shook her head. “I’m not saying a beard or long hair is bad, but this,” she said, waving her hand up and down in front of him, “is a mess.”

My eyes distend when he appears out, with only a towel secured around his hips. His damp blonde hair looked brunette from the moisture. The abs of his body glistened with water droplets from the recent shower. His broad shoulders gleam from the sunlight pouring in through the window. I can't help but notice the overall impressive muscular definition of his towering ivory figure. He reminded me of the Vikings from the Northern European classic tales I'd read in my childhood. "Like what you see?" He questions, lips quirking in a wicked smirk.

Vaughn was a tall, muscle built Italian man, with impeccable taste; and you couldn't tell that he was only in his early forties he carried and took care of himself. His chiseled frame was backed by years of constantly working out and keeping his muscles. His green eyes were able to pierce through you, gazing directly int you, revealing what you really looked for. Or...what you really wanted. His hair had been a natural brown once upon a time, however, he instead decided to shave it all off and go clean shaven and bald. Standing just as tall as me, he still felt like a towering person to me, with how his personality, and demeanor was.

I can actually picture myself having a drink in here without feeling uncomfortable; I have to give them props for interior decorating. Footsteps to my right, and I turn my head to see the most gorgeous man I have ever laid my eyes on. I have to admit that the Volkov genes yielded a lot of beautiful men, even if they were all scary as hell. He’s tall, with long dark hair and eyes coated with thick eyelashes, built the same as Kai and with the same scent of intimidation on him. I wouldn’t mess with this wolf even if you dared me. Not with the things I’ve heard about him. “What the fuck, are you guys back?” He asks, slapping Viktor on the shoulder and chuckling. Viktor shrugs and lets out a lon

Hell, Vice did everything well. Where Vice looked like an underwear model – all lean, smouldering dark good looks and clean shaven – Victor was golden haired, body building, and stubble jawed… Okay, he had gone the full beard, Raven smothered a laugh as he caught sight of the blonde man waiting in the open door. A well-groomed beard with a manbun, to be precise. “If you offer me coffee, I am not responsible for my reaction,” Raven said. “What?” Victor raised an eyebrow and stroked his beard between his forefinger and thumb. “You don’t like the beard? Apparently, they are the current fashion, and it doesn’t raise a rash on Mirage. Anywhere,” he added with a glint in his eye.

“Hmmm… something about you and Viking…” “Shut up,” she whispered. “I am begging you.” “Begging, huh?” “Yes. Begging.” “How about this, sweetheart: you make me some of that amazing cheese bread tomorrow, and I’ll forget this whole conversation.” “Blackmail!” “Yep. Is it working?” “It is,” she said grudgingly. “Well played.” “Viking! What’s going on, man?” He gave Viking a huge grin. “Looking spiffy.” Viking took off his suit jacket with a deep sign, rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up and over his massive forearms. “I’ll be thrilled to get out of this monkey suit, man. It’s almost itchy on me, you know?”

he said in that deep, intoxicating voice that sent shivers down my spine. My eyes trailed his perfectly sculptured face and his messy hair that scattered across the sheets. He hadn't had a haircut since we moved into the cabin, and his hair had grown long enough to be tied in a bun. It was my new favorite thing, along with the thick beards. It gave him that Viking look that made me wet just by looking at him. “You’re staring too long, I understand. It’s hard to look away when you see a god,” he smirked, doing that quick double-brow lift like he knew exactly how ridiculous he sounded.

Even the man's beard was braided! Nikolai's Arthur had soft features, but the muscular beast standing beside the girl didn't. His features were hard, he was the perfect example of a man with a resting bitchface. His hair was mostly light brown with red perfectly blended throughout, giving it beautiful red tones. The hair above his lips covered most of his upper lip, but not the bottom one. That one was left uncovered for the world to see how deliciously plump it was. Sean's eyes slowly made their way across the Viking beast’s face. His face heated up when he realized the Viking man was smirking at him. He mentally facepalmed as he pulled his eyes away and looked anywhere but at the Viking ma