Viking Love Stories Novels & Stories

-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

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

She wasn't in love with the King, so Hilde could do anything she wanted. "It is strange that he doesn't have a queen already. It is also strange that none of the other Lords have a wife. They are good looking, young and wealthy. Except for Lord Rayven." Vesna seemed very curious about the Lords. Unlike her sister, she was still looking for her future husband. "Only a desperate woman with nothing would marry Lord Rayven to find shelter and have food on the table, but being a Lord he probably holds himself in high regard and doesn't want to marry just any woman." Hilde explained.

Erik claimed my mouth, his thick cock already freed and pressing against my lips. The public claiming was primal and unyielding. Gunnar was the first to thrust into my tight pussy, his enormous Viking cock stretching me to the brink of pain and pleasure as the hall cheered. Leif took my mouth, feeding me his length while Erik claimed my ass with careful but insistent pressure, the burn giving way to blinding ecstasy. They moved in perfect rhythm, rotating positions, filling every hole as I came screaming again and again, my body shaking and juices flooding their cocks.

arking in the distance. It was a brief and sharp sound. She smiled nervously while making fun of her own anxiety. She muttered to herself Too much mulled wine at the Harpers her voice barely audible over the roaring wind. She was aware that a woman alone at this hour was not safe in the Bowery. Stories of muggings and robberies were common in the newspapers and her father always warned her not to leave the house after dark without an escort. However Eleanors constant stubbornness was a trait her mother who passed away when she was eight years old had instilled in her with her hazel eyes and clever smile. She preferred the freedom of the streets to the confines of drawing rooms where marriage

Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down. Your very tired and poor writer, Nymeria Yennefer Roisin ###### Sneak Peek at my upcoming werewolf fantasy stories collection, There’s an Alpha in my Bed: An Affair of Roses Dying is less complicated than loving. I learned that the hard way. “But Prince Gerome...we’re engaged, right?” My voice broke into a sob. “We’ve been together for five years. The Northern Fae and the Red Dragons have been in alliance for centuries, and our union will make our two kingdoms stronger. Breaking our engagement could result in war!”

He kissed her with all of the feeling he had for her. He tasted the saltiness of her tears, but he did not mind. Kissing her was the last thing he would ever do sanely, so he wanted a burning imprint of her. "Pull them apart," growled Marcel, and Larissa was wrenched away from him. Marcel raised the bowl to his lips and he shut his ears from her cries, and drank. ****** He was no longer hers, Larissa thought tearfully as she watched her husband being stripped by the cackling Witches.

He walked towards me but I immediately stepped backwards as well to avoid him. ''Don't go near me, Arthur. Please, I am telling you.'' I warned him as my voice slowly cracked. I swallowed hard but it was too late when he gently grabbed my hands and started pulling me somewhere. But instead of recalling and remembering all the things that happened between us it feels like I am home again and it causes me to forget all the pain just because of his touch. It feels like the warm of his touch is giving me peace. I closed my eyes tightly and let him do all the things he wanted to do to me.

Vittoria's POV My fingers trembled as I adjusted the hem of my skirt. My mind replaying what had happened between Ricardo and me. His touch, his kiss, and the way he looked at me shocked me more than I would like to admit. For the first time in a long time, I felt wanted. The thought of it was scary to me, I wasn't supposed to develop feelings for Ricardo Lombardi. That wasn't part of the plan. “Get it together Vittoria, This is not some stupid love story.”

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.