Viking Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?”

She was gentle and kind, not the bloodthirsty, baby-eating beasts that were described therein. He knew some of it had to be true. Certain events that lined up neatly with actual historical happenings, such as their origins dating back to around the same period as when the Vikings were rumored to first trade here. His scholarly mind was fascinated at how the shifters fit into the tapestry of history.

I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to keep quiet this time. "That charm faded as she grew though. Over the years many people have feared her, as your friends Ashford and Castile do. Even Vikings have cowered when she's poised for attack." I knew what he was doing. He was trying to lure me in with stories about his past. And worse—it was working. "So that was true, huh? You've fought alongside Vikings?" "A little," he brushed some strands of hair back towards his low ponytail. "Mostly inhabited alongside them. In Kievan Rus. Novgorod was one of the first places to integrate clans with our people. Some days we lived peacefully together, other days we fought alongside one another."

Let me know how you wish to thank me for this kind act and let us hope that the Ancient ones choose a more suitable candidate next time. From yours truly, A Fellow Pure-Breed Believer. ********** My friend’s and I arrived in the fairy’s capital the night before. We were shown to our rooms and although Leon was a skeptical about Monica sharing a room with the Viking Chief he had no ground to argue. I’m sure his father, Count Pavel von Duke, would be interested in knowing about these vikings and their ways, more so Rurik, his little brother. Leon thought of sending them a letter but figured it would be best to tell them in person. I for one couldn’t wait another minute and as soon as we were a

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.

She wasn't aware of that fact. The Viking wolves often conducted their raids in the summer when it was safer and simpler for them to travel across the sea from their homeland of Norway. They would have farmed the land and produced animals for food for the remaining months of the year. For Viking wolves, displaying one's valor in battle through raiding was a great way to do so. Aside from that, rather than invading and returning home, many of the Viking wolves settled in the territories they had previously invaded. Viking wolves from around the world settled in a number of Scotland's islands and coastal areas. Raid has become part of the Viking wolves' culture, but for Rain's pack, injustice

Note: Events in this story are fictional and do not reflect actual Viking history. (900 AD – Before the Separation of Kingdoms) In the year 900 AD, before the Norse kingdoms split apart, there was one kingdom feared above all, Vikron. Its warriors were brutal. Their culture, violent. Yet, they were united. And at the center of that unity stood one man King Ragnor, named after the god of thunder himself. Ragnor led with blood and fire. His people raided distant lands, conquering village after village.

he leaned back on the sofa, his eyes looking up and to the left as if remembering. “It happened during the battle of Maldon. I was a Viking, one of the few black Vikings. My lineage went back through the Viking god, Odin, and so I was very respected. A warrior in those days fought till the death, and I was no different. We were not fighting a holy war, looking for vengeance, or any other noble means. We were out to claim land for the Olaf. Plain and simple, we were bloodthirsty warriors.

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.

-Malvina asked her with a certain curiosity to what Sofia might want to know. -The scientists and doctors," she began as she approached, "through studies have already discovered a great deal about vampires. - And what, exactly, do you want to know? EVERYTHING- she thought, but what she said was. -How did the first wolf appear? Augustus went back in time, when the world had just begun to walk on its own legs. Norway Scandinavian Peninsula 715 BC Times of Viking wars, legendary in bravery, brutality and courage, but elsewhere, other unreal facts would enter the world's mind. A young, pregnant woman runs down the narrow slope of a mountain, her feet slipping on many stones along the way that fa