Romans & histoires Viking

"That was fun..." "Yeah...Do you care for some wine?" I asked and he nodded wordlessly.There was this weird silence between us as we sipped our wine, our eyes glued on the television screen.We were watching the last episode of Game of Thrones . "I prefer Vikings to Game of Thrones..." He commented. "Me too..." "So who is your favourite actor in Vikings?" "Ragnar Lothbrok and you?" "Ivar the boneless...." "Don't tell me you pity him because he is a cripple?"

Whoever it was, he was speaking their language. "Døkkálfar! Hata að Døkkálfar," one of the other Vikings shouted back. I was about to point my weapon in the direction of the closer voice when the intruder beside us finally stepped into my line of sight. I was just as floored as I was relieved to see Dimitri standing next to Lissa and me. He stepped into the water between us and the Vikings with his hands raised in the air. "Nei, né Døkkálfar," his deep voice had a calming note as he spoke to them. "Hægr þjóð. Skap-góðr"

Rebecca shakes her head timidly and swallows hard. "No? Then let me enlighten you," he practically purrs, rubbing his hands with an eagerness to put her in her place. "Loa means black magic. Sindre, and I have spread the black dust over Asgard to get these savage Vikings to work for us." His tongue traced over his chipped and yellow teeth. Sindre claps his hands mockingly at the imagery of the defeated Vikings.

Old Viking names and meanings: Toke – Thor, and helmet Bo – The resident Rune – Secret Birger – Keeper Ulf – Wolf Eir (Old Norse: [ˈɛir], "protection, help, mercy") is a goddess or valkyrie associated with medical skill.

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been hi

“…will be the least of what you ever get to experience.” Giving me one final look of tired irritation and deep annoyance, he shook his head, stepped out into the corridor, and firmly shut the door behind him. The Vikings and the Vokens. They were the ones who had orchestrated this. They had broken my bones and left me for dead. A dark anger began to ride high within my chest, burning hotter than the physical pain. Was there truly no one left in this city who held a vicious vendetta against those two families? Surely, there had to be someone powerful—someone I could partner with to completely dismantle their egoistic, arrogant empires once and for all!

He hit his palm on the table and everyone flinched except me. "Why don't you save the next word for yourself Gianna. That word describes you perfectly. We are eating for immortal sake. Everyone should shut up." Fabio ordered and everyone became silent. But someone was fuming with anger. Viola. "Fabio." Viola called. "She is not even a part of our family. She came from the slums." "But she is our son's wife. That means she is a part of us too." Fabio defended. "She is not. I never approved of it. I want someone better for our son. Not this wench!" she yelled, glaring at me.

I don't know this Viking warrior but at the mere mention of his name, my heart started beating hard against my ribcage and I began to feel a strange but sweet throbbing sensation that I couldn't explain in between my thighs "But did he really do that? Did he really drink out of dead people's skulls" I ask Martha in awe. I can't hide how terrified I am of this Viking warrior from Martha but I try as much as possible not to let my strange excitement for the warrior that she described as a monster show so she wouldn't think I've gone crazy

“I am Alpha Vektor, my queen. This is my beta Susanne and my gamma Ambrose.” "It's nice to meet everyone." I said I could feel their hurt, anger and hatred for the people of Lygion. I watched them all and noticed they looked like well bred savages. Their hairstyles made them look like vikings from the tale of the Scandinavian era. The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist.

he leaned back on the sofa, his eyes looking up and to the left as if remembering. “It happened during the battle of Maldon. I was a Viking, one of the few black Vikings. My lineage went back through the Viking god, Odin, and so I was very respected. A warrior in those days fought till the death, and I was no different. We were not fighting a holy war, looking for vengeance, or any other noble means. We were out to claim land for the Olaf. Plain and simple, we were bloodthirsty warriors.