Viking Novels Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

LYRA VALERIA. Alpha Viking came as my guardian angel and saved me from the pains and torments of this world. The day he gave me his hands to take, I had no idea how much of a change taking his hand that day would bring to me. After his men chased me down and accused me of stealing their food, Alpha Viking, the Alpha of a thriving and fearful pack known as the Viking pack stepped forward and saw through me. And saved me. Viking was an old man, with graying hair. He took me in and I don't know what he saw in me that day but he believed in me.

My sound sounds hollow even to me. She tosses her hair. "Oh, yes. So, you are going to do what? Stand up to the Vikings?" I straighten my spine. "If needed." "They are marauders. Berserkers. There are leaders, and then there are Vikings." Her chin trembles. She tries to tug her fingers from mine. I grip her hand tighter. "So what? Ultimately, they are leaders, like any other. They think with their dicks. They smell Dominion pussy and lose all coherent thought—"

“‘The Highlander’s Forbidden Touch.’” My face went as red as a tomato . “Give me that !”I screamed, grabbing his hands. “‘Claimed by the Viking Warrior,’” he continued, his voice filled with barely suppressed amusement. “Well, well. What do we have here?” I lunged for the book, but he held it just out of reach, his lips twitching with what looked suspiciously like laughter. “Are you enjoying this?” I hissed. “Immensely.” He turned the book over, reading the back cover. “‘When innocent Lady Margaret is captured by the fierce Viking lord Ragnar, she discovers a passion that threatens to consume them both.’ This is what you read in your spare time?”

Outside, the sun was sinking over the ocean in a blaze of red, orange, and purple. It would have been a beautiful sight, except: It was the night of the full moon. As this reality struck me fully, I moved my hand away. She grasped my wrist and pushed it back between her legs. “Use your fingers” she said, her voice a whisper. We lived on Vukasin, an internment island for werewolves. It was rather like a leper colony, yet not without its luxuries.

But Viking had. Why the hell are you thinking about Viking so much?

“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. 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?”

He wished he could have participated in the killing. Darwin, on the other hand, was a lycan between three communities that used both but believed in neither of them. The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings.

Aikers said, looking at both of us with a worried expression on her face. “Let’s just hope none of our animals got out.” At that very moment, the wolves crossed my mind. I feared that the same group of fearless, possibly rabies-infected canines had devoured someone. “I ran into a pack of wolves in the forest that weren’t acting…natural,” I chimed in. “Really?” Ms. Aikers asked. “Yes. They stalked me and my friends and—” Jeanie laughed adding, “That’s ridiculous!” With that, she stormed out of the room. Ms. Aikers stared after her for a moment, then