Viking Names Male Novels & Stories

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

"Welcome to the Ӕgir's Captive." Kirsty frowned at his words until she saw the name painted on the end of the boat. She turned to ask Sven about the odd name, but he was busy speaking with his brothers. She looked out at the sea as far as it stretched. On the other side of its choppy waters lay the wild and mysterious land that born these men. It might seem odd to think of Sweden in those terms but remembering the Viking's from British history, their Norse gods and surrounded by these men, the place seemed anything but civilized.

Eden shrugged, “Sure.” “What are we going to name him? I heard I am not allowed to,” Alexander asked amused. “I was thinking Runar or Svante,” Eden said as he looked at his son. Alexander nodded his head in agreement, “I like, why don’t we just name him both Runar Svante Night or Svante Runar Night.” “Runar first name,” Eden said and unwrapped his son. Bringing Runar to his lips he asked, “What do you think son?”

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.

“What a beautiful name. It suits you, actually.” “How nice of you to say that,” her cheeks painted a tint of red. “What about yours?” “My name is Fenrir. Fen, for short.” “Hmm... I think I read that name somewhere.” “My parents named me after a wolf god of Norse mythology, or so I was told.” As the conversation continued, the sun sunk into the horizon and out came the moon. Then my heart stomped rapidly within my chest. The heat inside my body circulated within my veins. Every breath burned my lungs. I have to get out of here!

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

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.

“What do you think we should call him?” “I have no idea… Remind me- What are some of the names used in the Zargan Royal Family?” I asked leaning against him. I pulled the blankets up higher to cover me as I got a chill. “Some of the older less used names are: Alexander, Victor, Edward and Henry just to name a few…” He said, watching me. “I think we should do either Alexander or Victor.”

“I could stay right here like this forever.” “Yeah?” She rolled her hips and he exhaled, hard. “Forever, huh?” “Not if you keep doing that,” he said through gritted teeth. “Really?” She moved faster, her body tightening and releasing on his cock. “Why not?” “Iris…” “Elle.” Viking’s heart stopped dead in his chest, then started beating again double-time. Had she just – “Your name is Elle?” “Yes.” She lowered her face to his, whispered against his lips. “And I know that you have another name, but frankly, I think ‘Viking’ suits you better than whatever name you were born with.”

mum replied "My wolfs name, how did you get ragnarok from Lagertha?" "Lagertha is originally a viking name" mum answered "Ok thanks mum" then ended the mind-link " mum said she had a hunch based on my wolfs name" "Your mums right, i am named after the greatest shield maden, and I have made it my lifes mission to uphold her name with honor"