Viking Oc Novels & Stories

"Which one do you want? Spicy or not spicy?" "Just put them both in," Victor says, pulling on a Kevlar vest, smoothing out the velcro. "It's fine." "I wanted to eat one too," Ariadne stalls. "Just pick one." Victor indulges the Omega, very aware of the subtle changes in her scent, substantial and sweet, and calling. He doesn't look and points to the package on the very most left. And Ariadne frowns. "But you don't even like ginger."

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.

"Yes, weak willed ones, not just any" A woman came round neatly dressed and served them a goblet of blood "This is?" Victor asked. "My own your Majesty" She said with a bow. "Thank you Sara, I will enjoy this" "It warms my heart" she said and left. Ray looked over his shoulder at the woman who disappeared behind the throne curtains, then looked at the goblet of blood "Her own? Why did I feel such an odd vibe from her father?" Victor was taking a small sip of the blood then clearly his face expressed he enjoyed it "Sara is an Omega wolf, she chose to serve me"

she giggled, blushing slightly. I felt my eyebrows rise, “a viking?” “Yeah, a viking warrior with a handsomely fierce look on his face, and his dark hair blowing in the wind as he stood aboard his viking boat on his way to a raid,” she responded, an almost dreamy look in her eyes. “A raid, huh? Where the viking will kidnap the young maiden and keep her as his personal slave?” I couldn’t help teasing her, but the moment she bit her lower lip, the teasing ended.

"It's not like that." "Then what is it like?" I challenged, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it sounds an awful lot like I'm just a task you've been given." Jace exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "Look, when an unclaimed omega shows up in pack territory, it's a big deal. It doesn't happen often. And when it does, there are... protocols." "Protocols," I repeated flatly. “Yes protocols.” He exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "If it helps…We volunteered."

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

“Here you go, baby. Drink that down. You’re doing great, and you’ve made it to the home stretch now.” Elle Turner looked up at Viking as he handed her the water, and as she always did, she sighed at his undeniable charisma and presence. Her man was skyscraper-tall and -broad with flaming red hair and sparkling blue eyes, a lush red beard and full lips. He looked like a ferocious Nordic viking, and she always, always responded to that unabashedly primal and primitive part of him fiercely.