Viking Romance Novels & Stories

I silently chastised myself for allowing Abigail to, once again, get under my skin to the point where my desire to escape her overshadowed my common sense. I lightly bowed my head in acknowledgement of the few remaining dinner companions and made mini comments to the stragglers at the table as they made their leave with polite reservation. I hoped it would be enough to stave the repercussions of my thoughtless behavior. My attention was pulled back to Penelope when she pointed out a tall, virile looking vampire entering the dining hall. He was dressed in clothes that made me think of the Viking tales I’d enjoyed as a child. His head was shaved on one side, with his strawberry blonde hair cr

"What? Don't tell me you like my bride?" Reed remained calm as Vincent walked toward him with threatening rage in his soulless eyes that were now glowing crimson. Vincent held his collar aggressively like he was very ready to punch him if he said a wrong word. "You want my bride, Rayden? You want to steal her? You know how territorial I am when it comes to my possessions so don't you dare lay your hands on what is mine." "How is she yours when she's still unmarried and unmarked?" replied Reed in a calm tone the same time he held Vincent's hand on his collar. The veins running on his knuckles to his arm protruded as he squeezed Vincent's hand with a force that could crush a human's bone.

I replied confidently. "I said this is OUR FIRST DATE", He said while stopping the car. I fell short of words after seeing that heavenly beautiful and dreamy sight. *********************************************** Eric James Winslet, a ruthless businessman who has already completed 25 yrs of his life being the king of his territory. He is handsome in all departments but his blue-green orbs are filled with darkness, coldness, and anything but love. Every woman wants to chase him, but his heart is being guarded with walls of ice that never seems to come down.

“I don’t remember much about him. My father owned a farm and liked to stay in our village. I’d met my husband when I was attending college in London. Honestly, I don’t even remember his name, or his face. All I remember is that we fell in love, got married after he got a job and I became pregnant soon after. When London had proved to be too risky to stay in, we moved in with my father in the countryside. But that werewolf attack had come out of nowhere. Almost everyone had been murdered in their sleep.” I hadn’t known then but that attack was one of the first signs of the uprising that had started the Wipeout. Werewolves had always been short tempered and quick to spring into action, so it w

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.

The red-haired player was completely panicking, shouting nonstop, "Help me! Hurry!" By the time Silvia and the other girl tried to reach him, it was too late. Ximena's hair turned into sharp blades and pierced through his entire body. He was riddled with holes in an instant. That wig was terrifying! This petite ghost bride was absolutely vicious, chasing Silvia and the short-haired girl all over the room. Meanwhile, I stayed in the coffin, watching the chaos unfold. Suddenly, Silvia stopped and turned to stare straight at Ximena. Ximena's speed began to slow.

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

Vekra The moment stretches, intensifies and his midnight blue eyes are all I can see even from this distance. The rest of the club falls away from my awareness and fades away. There is only me and him and a room between us. He is hot. He is dark. He is everything sinful embodied in one delectable package and I have never hungered for anyone like I do right now. "Vekra." I hear someone say but it is like the sound of a gnat by my ear, insignificant.

With the enemy defeated and the darkness pushed back, the vampire world was filled with a newfound sense of hope and joy. Eli and the girl he loved were welcomed back as heroes, and they were soon married in a grand ceremony attended by all their vampire friends and family. As they began their new life together, Eli knew that there were still challenges to come, but he felt confident that they could face them as long as they were united. He and the girl he loved were determined to build a life together, one filled with love, hope, and happiness.