Viking Love Stories Novels & Stories

Jake tried to explain. "But what are you even doing here if you are not a pervert." I felt quite uneasy and I held Jake's hand and said firmly, "he is with me." "Oh!" the lady grinned, "I see, you wanted some privacy with your boyfriend." "What?" I exclaimed. "Yea you know, kiss or make out." I felt slightly embarrassed and stuttered, "no he's in a band...he's my band...friend." "Oh you mean boyfriend." "No, no, he's not...." I tried to speak and she cut me off, "don't worry I get it. You don't want anyone to know that you two are a couple. Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

Odin like in the days of the old became their ruler once again. Olin fell in love with the Medallion wolf man, whose name was Lucan. As he also fell in love with his mistress. Odin and her lover Philip, got married while Olin and her lover Lucan also got married. The moon goddess and her husband Zeus, lived happily. Reed and his wolf mate, Arizona got to know each other and fell in love. Eric saw the person after his heart. Erica wasn't left out, she met her mate, Ben, Philip best friend.

You didn’t have a say in all these, " Violet said with a barely whisper voice. She ran her fingers across my broad chest seductively as she bit her lips slowly, trying so hard to annihilate the rage burning in my heart. “You are mine, mine alone. I love you, Raymond. I honestly do.” She pleaded as she kissed me gently making me feel the intensity of her lips on mine. “Love? Ha Ha Ha”…..The sound of my laughter was filled with derision and scorn as I teased mockingly. Immediately, the smile on my face disappeared and I gripped her soft hands. “I have been a victim of your games. You play quite well, I am impressed.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

Though, this witch was sexy no doubt. "Aren't vampires and witches sworn enemies?" I asked and she nodded. "Indeed, that was the case and that made him even more crazy about it. He liked the idea of ruination once he collided with me and I was afraid of him and his thoughts." She said and I had to raise my hand near her face to stop her so I could consume the information she just threw at me. So before Ragnar, there was another Ragnar who liked to traumatize his love interest.

They built a life together, their home filled with warmth, laughter, and the remnants of their shared adventures. Their love story became the stuff of legends, whispered in the halls of academies and sung in the taverns. The tale of the wizard and the human who defied the odds resonated with people far and wide, inspiring them to seek love in the face of adversity and embrace the magic within their own hearts.

"Seriously, Adrian. I’ve had many people before you. Men, women… I had a life, if I can even call it that, without limits. Until not long ago, when we slept together for the first time. And I don’t see myself with anyone else anymore. Not with him. Not with anyone." She sat up in bed and reached out to touch his arm. "He comes here acting all smug, bringing ‘virgins’ as if he owns the place, and you laugh with him. You call him ‘my love.’ I saw the way he looks at you." Valkiria sighed before speaking in a gentle tone. "He’s a useful idiot. An old contact who knows where to find clean, willing blood when we need it quickly. And yes, I call him ‘my love’—it makes him work faster. It’s just pr

IT HAS BEEN a week since the Vikings went on the raid that King Ragnar had told Sophie about and nothing much happened ever since. She heard that they were planning on raiding Paris whom a priest from Wessex had told King Ragnar about. She had never got the chance to meet that famous priest she had been hearing about yet, and she hoped she would once they were back if they ever made it back as she knew how strong the Franks were from the few months she had spent there with them.

It was the third son and the fifth son of the Vikings, Connor and Julian Viking. Where Julian was the playful playboy, the most popular music artist in the country at the moment and heir to Viking Music Records, Connor was the head of the most powerful construction companies linked to the Viking empire. Both loved women and laughed more than their other brothers, but now they weren’t laughing. They were blank-faced, hands folded across their chests, and somehow I knew that Elara had talked—that Cassius’s words hadn’t been unfounded. Yet, Elara was my wife. “Yes. I’m her husband. I shouldn't be banned from seeing her...”

She was the bride of a ghost king who loved her and she loved him. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Maybe she needed to understand the woman standing beside her. Maybe she was trying to understand why Alessia's name appeared so often whenever she searched for her father's past. "Was Victoria in love with him?" "Victoria doesn't love people." "That's harsh." "It's true." "Then what does she want?" Alessia looked toward the horizon. "Control." Amara turned toward her. "And you?" Alessia looked at her. "What do I want?" "Yes." Alessia's answer came quietly. "Right now?" Amara waited.