Viking Novels & Stories

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"

Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?” What in the fuck? This wasn’t what Bjorn expected tonight. He was expecting David Pendergast to introduce him to Bender’s high society as the fifty-year-old man who was fucking his teenage daughter. But Vikings? Warriors? “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Are you sure you have the right guy?” “We do i

Caius snickered. "She will be easy to convince to go through with the elixir, after you are done with her wolves. My mole, Kai is Anatashi's mate. I never believed she'd take one, but I was wrong. He has been invaluable since the Royals got to the Old Lands along with Dove." Chad explained. "Caius and Loki, come with me? We will prepare for the journey, don't worry, Chad it will be done as you ask." Stryxx agreed, looking from Loki to Caius.

Note: Events in this story are fictional and do not reflect actual Viking history. (900 AD – Before the Separation of Kingdoms) In the year 900 AD, before the Norse kingdoms split apart, there was one kingdom feared above all, Vikron. Its warriors were brutal. Their culture, violent. Yet, they were united. And at the center of that unity stood one man King Ragnor, named after the god of thunder himself. Ragnor led with blood and fire. His people raided distant lands, conquering village after village.

Without a doubt, Iskander in other times did look like a Viking, except that this wolf was of French origin. .. I had not met this Iskander because he did not show up and although deep down I felt relieved, I think it was a lack of respect for my parents... Although I repeat, it was a relief for me, I was observing the pack... Iskander's pack. .. Many men were sharpening their swords, others training while many women were holding children in their arms or cleaning the fabrics of their clothes.

My brother's name. "Does anyone want to share what it means with me?" I asked, annoyed that they were keeping things from me. Nero leaned in close and whispered, "Their last name. Lowell Varg. 'Varg' means wolf in Norse. We did smell wolf in your apartment that day," Nero looked at Aldrich and then at Vesper, who nodded telling us that he had talked to the werewolf and he was convinced that the guy didn't lie. He didn't recognize the scent.

They're so warm, comforting, and the Viking’s breath fanning his face is mouth-watering. Sean's eyes widen when the Viking closes his eyes and leans in. Sean tries to pull back and get out of his arms, but it's useless. The Viking's large, strong arms have him trapped with nowhere to go. Sean freezes when the Viking man begins nuzzling his cheek. He instantly melts, becoming putty in his arms. His stomach does one flip after another as the large beast nuzzles his cheeks affectionately. His nose slowly makes its way along his cheek, over his jaw, and down his neck un

The wolf’s leg was bent in three places and the left side of his arm was almost scraped to the bone. “We got this, go on we are fine!” Two were shouting at the mowing crew oblivious to me; they blocking the mowing teams’ path from going to the other biker, obviously trying to hide his fast healing rate. One of the men shooing them on looked to be almost forty and had brown hair and brown eyes. I made my way to the Viking, intent on helping hide all of the blood from the humans. “Goddess, my baby…” the man lovingly picked up a broken mirror and looked at it in his hands.

They then hunched over the chest while Ruslan magnifying the writing on the surface. "Well, yeah," said the boy after a while, "but I tell you it is not Russian." "I guess you're right. They do look like Russian at first glance though," Cassandra said. "Wow, now we have a secret language to decipher!" Ruslan gasped in excitement. "Yes, possibly," Cassandra added with a nod. "Or it could be Greek or Runic alphabets?" "Runic?" "It's a writing system from the Viking Age," Ruslan told her. "I remember reading about it. Back in medieval times, some of the Vikings settled in Russia. They called themselves the Rus. That's how we became

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.