Viking Oc Novels & Stories

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.

“Wulfric?” I nodded. “Fuck, man, I didn’t realize this was your pack. You look like shit.” His eyes darted upward, in a mindlink, then he shifted back into his wolf form. Another wolf came sprinting over—a female one. And that was when I realized that the scent of the wolf that was able to survive in cold water was this other wolf’s. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t realized it was a female scent at the time, too concentrated on figuring out the pack it was from.

Vibrations traveling up my shins. I flinched. Expecting an attack. Instead, I felt a wave of familiar temperatures. To my left, the air dropped below freezing. Frost bloomed instantly on the sand in a jagged circle. Wolfy Vance straightened up from his landing crouch. His pristine suit unruffled. His sniper rifle held casually across his chest. To my right, the air turned hot. Smelling of woodsmoke and wild rain. Viggo Rorik rose to his full height. Hefting his massive warhammer. He wasn't smiling. His face was a mask of savage, protective fury.

Relief, brief and intoxicating, washed over me as I saw the red percentages next to the Viking Group’s stock. It was true. The public was eating her alive. I sank heavily into a nearby leather chair, my shoulders dropping as I scrolled through the chaotic feeds, feeling a smug satisfaction return to my chest. They were taking damage. Killian, especially. Then, my thumb froze. A fresh press release from the official Vikings Group account popped up at the very top of my timeline, a minimalist graphic that stood out like a death warrant. > OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT: Live Press Conference with Elara Viking. Today at 08:00 AM. Universal Streaming Access.

He stopped and thought for a moment, turned his head to Luca, “Please tell me you mean back to where Vikings come from, what Scandinavia?” “Yes, No, I mean, I have no idea how to time travel. I am from an area that is now called Norway. Most people in this area look a lot different from me.” He laughed, a deep dark laugh that sounded jaded. “After a Viking raid in Africa, apparently Odin found comfort in the arms of the warrior princess Zuri…generations later, I was born. “I guess I always pictured Vikings to be of fairer complexion,” Katalea offered, “and wearing the helmets with the two horns.”

“Cain burned our clothes, the bed stuff and the towels, and Viking took the body early on Thursday. Drove off in the cage that I just brought back from the trip at about 1 a.m. and hasn’t come back yet.” For the first time, Jo looked shocked. “Viking did? Not Ice?” “Nope. Viking’s always been our main body man.” “Wow. I never saw that coming.” “Right? The good ex-doctor knows how to disappear flesh and bone better than anyone.” “So – what did he do? To the body?” “I don’t know.”

Blade shouted, It was not a request, it was an order. Bella Manchor was the omega to the air winder pack, she was not just an omega, she was a wolf less werewolf. Her life was difficult, but became like hell when she got mated to the most wicked, arrogant, deadly and vile alpha, alpha Lucas, who used her for his sexual pleasures and afterwards, rejected her, but as fate may have it, she ran away from the pack, running into the hands of the vampires.

Rebecca couldn't help but smile, the jovial vampire’s humor instantly cutting through the thick, suffocating tension that had defined her night. But the lightness in the room evaporated the moment the second brother stepped forward. Riheirk, the silent Viking warrior, moved into the firelight. As he drew within a few feet of the desk, his massive frame suddenly went entirely rigid. His nostrils flared violently, his chest heaving as he drew in a deep, desperate breath of the air surrounding Rebecca.

Her sincere smile almost made him melt. According to his colleagues, Emma Claire is an Omega. That must have explained why she looks so gorgeous. And noticing how Emma seems to be extra kind only to him, she must like him even for a tiny bit. Honestly to Zen, Emma is just exactly his type. Maybe his weird thoughts about the CEO must have been just his pent up desires to be in a relationship after being so single for so long. His last serious relationship was still when he was in high school for Pete's sake!

I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win. Ulfhild's lips trembled slightly before she firmed them once more and he knew that she had heard him. He was about to say more when he scented something unexpected on the ocean breeze. Wolves. And, not just any wolves, but Sköll wolves. He stood tall trying to see over the crowd, and, suddenly, there they were. Huge wolves, fangs bared, running full tilt down the beach alongside an entire contingent of Viking warriors, Erik and Birger in the lead.