Viking Leader Title Novels & Stories

When all five trials were complete, I gathered the candidates before the assembled pack. "Each of you has proven your worth," I said. "But only one can stand as Beta. Bjorn, your strength is unmatched, but strength alone does not make a leader. Einar, your ambition and determination will serve you well, but you need more seasoning before you're ready for this responsibility. Vidar, your experience is invaluable, and I hope you will continue to advise me as an elder warrior." I paused, looking at the final two candidates. "Halvard, you have demonstrated excellence in every trial. Your wisdom, courage, and strategic thinking are exactly what this pack needs. Under different circumstances, you

“What do you want—” The second sentence barely made it out of his lips when someone suddenly launched a stone at him. “How dare you ask him that after what you have done?” The leader boomed. The mob grew even more agitated but he calmed them down with a wave of his hand. “I am Kai, the first. The self proclaimed leader of rogues and high lords of Thornevales! The same one you abandoned!” “I didn’t abandon my people. The situation—“ Ried tried to explain.

"—and if anyone speaks that way to me again, they can challenge me for leadership. And they will die in their failure." Silence follows, not one person dares to swim against his current of rage. The gold glint of the pendant flickers. The Leader's Prize is a false illusion of loyalty and power. It's the marking of the strongest clan member, a symbol to follow only by fear and not by respect. At any moment, Alarik could lose his title if new strengths rose to challenge him. Pantera do not follow people, they follow that pendant, and not one soul would spend a second mourning

It’s been years since I saw Leonidas. My anger hasn’t stopped, but his efforts to make me realize he still had feelings for me stopped, yet today I will be taking in Ina as she has been trying to help Leonidas, for the rogues have proven to have their Fenrisúlfr of a Marquess as their prisoner, the Fenrisúlfr clan haven’t killed their rogue Duke to whom they call their Beta, they have new names for each of their superiors it seemed, after the Prince was rejected he took on a new title name, Alpha.

“My full name is Declan Ragnar. My father was Alpha Ragnar, the leader overthrown by Valdis to take this place.” I let his words sink in, “you’re the rightful heir? Oh your poor family, oh Declan,” surprising myself as tears swiftly rolled down my cheeks. I had heard countless tales of how his family were viciously defeated. How Valdis tracked down uncles, aunts, cousins.

“I guard what’s mine.” The word mine makes my omega whimper sharply. “I don’t..” I start, panic spiking. Asmodeus immediately takes a step back. “Not you,” he clarifies calmly. “Not unless you choose.” I sag slightly, breathing hard. Viking is last and he slides off the table smoothly, long blonde hair shifting over his shoulders. His yellow eyes are sharp but not cruel they are ancient, assessing. “Viking,” he says. “I am the Secretary and an Alpha dragon.”

And to pick this worthy leader, she held /sa/ a survival test. Most of her child registered, but after knowing that the Legends (that’s what they call the Wielder who independently made a name for themselves. well, for me, they’re the bigger idiot) are after the title of being a Superior (that’s the name of the leader of the four empires. a fancy name for the big idiot, i daresay) they backed-out. The four legends are as follow:

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.

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.