Viking Hairstyles Men Novels & Stories

However, when I looked up to see who the man was, my mouth instantly dropped open. It seemed like the world stopped when his gaze met mine. The man in front of me made me breathless. He looked so dashing that I found his existence surreal. His bright blue eyes sparked with curiosity, full of joy and shone like two blue jewels set in snow that would never wear out; his Viking-gold hair complemented his orbs; his bristly eyebrows were on fleek. He had this hawkish nose, concrete jaw that could make women want to touch him, and his lips looked entrancing.

I screwed my face up into the sweetest smile I could muster as the unfamiliar black SUV pulled up to the front steps of the main house. A mountain of a man stepped out of the car, standing six and half feet tall, at least. His slightly shaggy, dirty blonde hair was combed back away from his face. A close trimmed beard, made his Viking-like features more prominent. A predatory smile curled up his lips as his stormy blue eyes landed on me.

- Do you want to talk about it? - Yeah... I think I need your advice,' he sighs with a look of defeat on his face as he runs his hands through his silver hair.' Yeah, Kratos is a beauty of nature. He's a Norwegian wolf, born with hair ranging in shades from white to silver-grey. He wears it long, as does his beard, which is always neatly trimmed. - 'Darling, I need to speak with Kratos, I say to James to get him to let me move.'

“Here you go, baby. Drink that down. You’re doing great, and you’ve made it to the home stretch now.” Elle Turner looked up at Viking as he handed her the water, and as she always did, she sighed at his undeniable charisma and presence. Her man was skyscraper-tall and -broad with flaming red hair and sparkling blue eyes, a lush red beard and full lips. He looked like a ferocious Nordic viking, and she always, always responded to that unabashedly primal and primitive part of him fiercely.

She looked like some modern-day Viking shield maiden. She immediately fascinated me. I'd always loved Viking stories though I didn't know that much about actual Norse legends. I was about to go over and ask her where she had gotten the braids done, when a huge man stalked up to the woman. He sported sleeve tattoos on both arms with more crawling up one side of his neck. His huge biceps showed off more of the thick black tattoos very similar to the one the woman was sporting. His blonde hair was shaved on the sides with the rest just as intricately braided as the woman's gathered down the middle of his head. He stood over the woman, glaring at her menacingly. "Sage! Come on! Everyone is waiti

Raissa blushing as if she was praising herself. Nyla rush to the window to see the new guy as well, where is he? Nyla asked; over there, Raissa said, Nyla lift up her head and saw a tall slim good looking young guy. He had Viking-gold hair, he had bristly eyebrows, he had a hawkish nose, and a defined cheekbones. He had a concrete jaw and he had a Titan’s shoulders, he was dishy.