Viking Novels Romance Novels & Stories

She was in love with it, actually, and wondered how Viking would feel about leaving Denver proper, finding a small house in the heart of the Rockies, and living under this inky sky full of sparkling white jewels. Well, that was a conversation for another time, she knew. Right now, Elle just wanted to get Keira home, safe and warm in the guest room with Peach, and crawl into bed with her man, her Viking. Being in bed with him – whether sleeping in the crook of his arm, or doing everything imaginable except sleeping – was her absolutely favorite place on earth. Though if she were being totally honest, as she took one last look at the rosy moon before sliding into the car (Viking’s motorcycle n

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

“I’m no longer human, Valkiria. What I feel… what I want… isn’t gentle. It isn’t safe.” She smiled slowly, her canines glinting in the dim library light. “I never asked for safety, Adrian. I asked for you.” He pulled her against him with sudden force and kissed her hungrily. His hands slid up her back. Valkiria moaned against his mouth, nails scratching at his shirt, impatiently tearing off buttons. He lifted her off the floor; her back hit one of the tall bookshelves. Ancient books tumbled around them, but neither cared.

Although everything seemed welcoming, the lack of sound disturbed me. He opened the door. The other werewolves followed. A woman behind a counter smiled brightly when she saw Viktor. She was pretty, with hair almost the same shade as mine - a dull blonde, bordering on white. But, unlike me, she had short hair and kept it tied up. "Hi, Viktor," she said excitedly, her voice slowly dying away as she turned her eyes to me.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

My voice shook with emotions, and cracked at times as I fought against the tears. “You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always be there for you, to love you unconditionally, and to always put you first. You are my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, my viking.”

"You truly are as romantic as your father Hakkon was with Queen Aslaugh, which is to say, you would slaughter a boar in front of me, dearest Turry, and give me its still beating heart – but come evenings of poetry, mead, and song, and you would blunder about like the oafish warrior princess that you are, stumbling over confessions of love and songs of paramours. Your singing is like a dying cat in heat, and the poetry you have tried to recite to me is truly atrocious. The feminine arts of courting are better left to your delicate little sister Yuri." "I am too a romantic!" I protested, nipping her nose with my unusually sharp teeth. She laughed to high Valhalla, so loud Wotan the Raven could

Victoria went to dinner kinda moody as she wondered if Denver was ever going to fall in love with her. She had seen Claude kiss Eric after being spelled but even with the spell, Denver still refused to look at her. Was she that unattractive? She remembered Nuella’s words. Could it be that her Omega wolf was naturally repelling him as the Alpha that he was? No, that’s silly.

Chapter 2 Raven’s POV My breath caught hard in my throat as Viktor’s words sank into me. I shouldn’t have come. Yeah no shit. But instead of backing away I felt my nipples scrape against my blouse and my pussy lips swell even more, slick and hot between my thighs. “Why not?” I shot back, voice low and rough. “You scared I’ll find out what kind of man you really are, Viktor? Or scared I’ll like it?” He didn’t laugh this time and those dark eyes dragged over my mouth, down my neck, then lower to where my tits heaved too fast.

I asked. “We are Vikings not Kelorians.” “And what exactly is a Viking?” Leon asked. “I would need a whole day to explain that to you.” Sif replied. “So how about we make camp and you explain what a Vampire is before I tell what makes a person a Viking?” “That sounds fair enough,” I said. “And tomorrow we will continue our journey.” “Where are you heading?” Sif asked. “To the land of the fairies.” “So are we.” I couldn’t understand where, and how, Sif and her men could have met A’el. Whatever the case, I was eager to hear her side of the story.