Viking Novels & Stories

‘Elmo, do you want to go first? ‘Okay.’ Elmo dragged his mug of hot chocolate to him. ‘I spoke with Cordelia Crust today. I couldn’t believe that she got back so fast. She said that these three arrows aren’t runes she’s familiar with. At first she thought it was a repeat of this rune—’ He picked up one of Patience’s pencils and scrawled an example upon a serviette: ‘That’s the rune for Tiwaz, a Nordic god. Very big in Viking times,’ Patience recalled.

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

Its limbs shot in all directions, blackened blood raining down like sludge. As the smoke cleared, Heratte’s gaze snapped to the figures emerging from the haze. Three silhouettes. Steady. Unyielding. Daniel. Thora. Volkan. A slow, knowing smirk curled across her lips. “Well… now things are finally getting interesting.”

I whispered. "It was." Damien's eyes travelled to meet mine. "Anyway, how I came about as being half-warlock and half-werewolf, is not so complicated. My great grandmother was a part of the Wiccan community years before she came into her powers. She never knew she was a witch. My grandfather didn't care either. He was from a pack of werewolves from an old bloodline that went back centuries ago. Sure the war between the Witch and Werewolf back then was worse but he still accepted her for who she was." I glanced away, thinking of Hunt and seeing the anger on his face. Deep down, my insides ached to be next to him, but he didn't want me right next to him anymore.

Mia on her part was trying to disguise her moves in case they were going to find her out like that. What a surprise, a rogue wolf jumped on Delilah calling her Raven. "He's a fool" Kathryn mocked. Of course he was or perhaps he wasn't told that Raven was a superior and a boss. The rogue was supposed to be looking at the ones with gloves.

"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.

Violently if necessary. Hail be damned.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

Her heightened senses showed her the purple blurs within the clearing; vampires had no heat signature. Savage growls filled the air as her pack of wolves went to work and for the first time together faced an enemy. Their time in the wild had taught them the savagery that they needed for battle. Their teeth ripped and teared at dead skin while their claws bathed in the blue blood that bled from their veins.

"Fiachra, a beauty that had graced the land of Hymir. Dancing under the glow of the moon, A mighty sword at hand, Ravens following her every grace. Mesmerizing the world with her might and bravery, A beauty that could overturn a war, A warrior that rides with the ravens, Fearlessly conquering the enemies. Guide Hymir with your comrades that soar the skies, Hymir your beloved land will forever prosper under your watch."