Romans & histoires Viking

I say, scratching the wolf’s ear, and he comes up with a weird, soft sound. “It also means I can see you three again. I don’t know why but it feels like I belong here.” I say, and the wolf moves his head to lay on my leg. “You are so big and strong and so beautiful. Yet you are so gentle. I promise I will never try to hurt you or your pack, but we Vikings never do. Most fear the wolves, because of the prophecy, that the wolf Fenrir someday will kill Odin.” I tell the wolf, and I see its eyes rest on me.

My sound sounds hollow even to me. She tosses her hair. "Oh, yes. So, you are going to do what? Stand up to the Vikings?" I straighten my spine. "If needed." "They are marauders. Berserkers. There are leaders, and then there are Vikings." Her chin trembles. She tries to tug her fingers from mine. I grip her hand tighter. "So what? Ultimately, they are leaders, like any other. They think with their dicks. They smell Dominion pussy and lose all coherent thought—"

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch. The fated union between a werewolf and a witch hadn’t gone down smoothly with puritans but sixteen years on, Ulf and Estrid had defied all odds and united their pack. Their love for each other inspired unity and peace amongst their people while their tenacity and bravery was what drove them to protect their people.

“Wulfric, between us three alphas and the Lune Nordique Pack, that’s four packs. We could easily eradicate the Bois Sombre Pack. As far as I know, they have no more allies. Alpha Édouard is completely insane to pull a move like this.” “Come on, Blake, let’s go fuck them up and get your mate back.” One of the blond men slapped Blake on the back.

He rose up and went over to his room's console and brought out a paper and a pen, and handed it to her. She drew the symbol exactly how she remembered. "This is what I saw," she gave the paper back to him. He took one look at it and muttered "Berserker." "What is a Berserker?" She asked curious. "They were ancient Norse warriors who worked themselves into a frenzy before battle and fought with abnormal fury and courage." "Norse warriors?" Her brows creased together in confusion. "The Norse were an ancient human population who inhabited the areas, that are now called modern-day Scandinavia," he expatiated.

she said. “What sins?” I asked keeping the distance between us. “In the great hall of Odin I was burned three times and his spear missed my heart so I was reborn as this. I have waited many years for my revenge and you will suffer as I did.” She glared at me. “Gullveig,” I said as Blaise said the name in my head. “I have created my own army and they will wreak havoc on Midgard until my lust for blood is satiated,” she said and lifted her arms.

How could she not have noticed the sword before? Musa furrowed her eyebrows, “Who are you and why do you recognize me as Musa? That name no longer needs to be tied to me!” Violet stared down at her feet, then back at the sword. “My name is Yak Ann Sinora but many know me as Violet.” Musa held the sword closer to Violet's face. “Who are you? I've never heard the name before and I'm pretty sure I've never seen you before.” Violet snapped her finger, changing into her true appearance.

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”