Viking Novels Romance Novels & Stories

In my hands was a book. A werewolf novel. Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother. The title alone would have made me laugh a few weeks ago. It was written by N-Victory, an author whose stories I had loved for years. I had found the book that morning in the small library room downstairs and had been hooked ever since the doctor left. My eyes moved across the pages quickly. The characters were dramatic. Emotional. Chaotic. Exactly the kind of romance stories I used to devour without thinking. But not as dark as the ones I used to love.

I’ve read all your comments, noted all the complaints and have poured all that into my next book. I am thrilled to announce that “The Unwanted Wife: Arranged To The Cursed Alpha”, is on the horizon. In this new tale, you’ll find amazing characters with deep chemistry. It’s a werewolf romance book but I promise you, it’s not the usual story you read every time. Our female lead, Alana, is feisty and passionate. I can’t wait for you all to read about her because I’ve never written about a character I love so much. The male lead, Darius, is just as stubborn as Damian. But there’s a twist. He is everything a woman would want, only if he manages to communicate with Alana who is dying to figure him

IT HAS BEEN a week since the Vikings went on the raid that King Ragnar had told Sophie about and nothing much happened ever since. She heard that they were planning on raiding Paris whom a priest from Wessex had told King Ragnar about. She had never got the chance to meet that famous priest she had been hearing about yet, and she hoped she would once they were back if they ever made it back as she knew how strong the Franks were from the few months she had spent there with them.

Dominic’s leer made me want to punch the drool off his mug. “Not at all. In fact, I do hope I am not the one interrupting.” Interrupting your orgy. “Viktor, meet my date for tonight and hopefully,” he turned to take her hand, “many more nights, Rosalind. Rosalind, Don Viktor, ruler of New York.” The smile on my face was deadly. My fingers twitched with the urge to slap their hands apart. She wasn’t even hiding it, patronizing Dominic while I acted as hired help. For a woman with many targets on her back, she sure liked to show out.

He didn't take them even for pleasure because he couldn't stand hearing their thoughts of how revolting they found him to be. Angelica was a rare beauty, with her fiery hair and her calm blue eyes. A woman like her would never look his way. She had already chosen Skender, who probably was a better choice. The man knew how to charm women. Rayven only scared them before he could open his mouth. ; "Oh," she said, her eyes lighting up when she saw his book in William's hands. "Did you come to lend me the book?" ; As if he would bother doing such a thing. ;

“Scumbag, how dare you threaten me!” “Deeply in love? What a joke!” Sophia laughed. “You believe that this mongrel and this witch are deeply in love with each other? I’m telling you that they are tricking you. The baby in that witch’s womb didn’t belong to this mongrel! They put up a show just to blackmail you.” “You’re joking. The child belongs to me!” Benedict rebutted. Yvonne couldn’t sleep with another man when they were together. Furthermore, they were deeply in love with each other. Why would she lie to him?

“That’s amazing, Vik!” I can hear how younger Viktor’s heart is beating wildly when this happens and groan at the way I remember fighting what I felt for Ilya even before the Mate Bond Sighting. It was easy to fall in love with Ilya, not only was he gorgeous with his dark hair and warm brown eyes, but he felt safe. I could be myself around him; he even knew about my sexuality and didn’t think it was weird to be my best friend even if he hung around the more manly warriors in the pack.

While I was waiting, I looked back through the older part of the book. Some of the spells ranged from the tenth and twelfth centuries; some even earlier. I wondered if any of my ancestors had known King Arthur or Joan of Arc, but it was doubtful. My ancestors came from the Vikings. Interesting. Vikings were known for their strength and ruthlessness, among other things. I smirked, sure that held true for the Arctic Wolf-Witches of my people, too, who had settled in Alaska and the northern regions of North American by way of Iceland and Greenland. I suddenly wondered if some of my people had survived.

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

The girl who dreamed of something better, the girl who longed for a love that wasn’t tainted. She was nothing more than a fleeting memory now. The woman standing here, in Viktor’s arms, was something else. Someone else. Someone who had forgotten the meaning of innocence, the meaning of hope. But I didn’t care. I didn’t care because, with him, I had something. A twisted, dark something, but it was mine. He kissed me again, this time harder, deeper, as though he was trying to consume me entirely. And I let him. I would let him.