Viking Romance Novels & Stories

AURORA The past few days had felt like slow, calculated torture—mental warfare in its most exhausting form. I would have taken bruised knuckles and bloodied hours on the field over this waiting game any day. At least then, I’d feel like I was doing something. After Viktor’s wedding—an event that came with more tension than romance, if you asked me—he and his new bride were whisked away, much to his irritation. A honeymoon, paid for and planned by none other than Alessandro Romano himself. A private island, of course. One of the many jewels in the Romano crown. If I remember correctly, it had once been a gift for his wife..

She wasn't aware of that fact. The Viking wolves often conducted their raids in the summer when it was safer and simpler for them to travel across the sea from their homeland of Norway. They would have farmed the land and produced animals for food for the remaining months of the year. For Viking wolves, displaying one's valor in battle through raiding was a great way to do so. Aside from that, rather than invading and returning home, many of the Viking wolves settled in the territories they had previously invaded. Viking wolves from around the world settled in a number of Scotland's islands and coastal areas. Raid has become part of the Viking wolves' culture, but for Rain's pack, injustice

He did everything to win her heart. However, she chose death over loving him again. "Argh..." The sound that escaped Francis was raw, primal: a wounded animal's cry. He shoved Nora aside, staggering past the stunned guests, past the roses, and through the blinding sunlight. They reached out to stop him, but he shrugged off every hand, marching on to the manor's secluded beach. The ocean was a steely blue, the tide high, waves crashing against the shore. Francis waded into the water.

While I was waiting, I looked back through the older part of the book. Some of the spells ranged from the tenth and twelfth centuries; some even earlier. I wondered if any of my ancestors had known King Arthur or Joan of Arc, but it was doubtful. My ancestors came from the Vikings. Interesting. Vikings were known for their strength and ruthlessness, among other things. I smirked, sure that held true for the Arctic Wolf-Witches of my people, too, who had settled in Alaska and the northern regions of North American by way of Iceland and Greenland. I suddenly wondered if some of my people had survived.

"No, Lena. Viktor lost his mate the last time the Ashenfur invaded." "Lost," I repeated. "Like... dead?" Mate. Dead. Viktor's mate dead? "I apologize for..." I gestured vaguely, "I didn't know. I'm sorry." She shrugged. "Your... husband or whatever killed him," she said casually. "His name was Arlo. A nice guy."

I don't know this Viking warrior but at the mere mention of his name, my heart started beating hard against my ribcage and I began to feel a strange but sweet throbbing sensation that I couldn't explain in between my thighs "But did he really do that? Did he really drink out of dead people's skulls" I ask Martha in awe. I can't hide how terrified I am of this Viking warrior from Martha but I try as much as possible not to let my strange excitement for the warrior that she described as a monster show so she wouldn't think I've gone crazy

Don't fuck this up. My mother, Merja Niskanen, kept her hands clasped so tight her knuckles were red. She wouldn't look at me directly. It was as if she already knew something bad was coming. Sveinn, my supposed mate stepped forward. He was tall and broad and had silver hair catching the flames the way it always did in my dreams. He wore the black Alpha's sash across his chest. When he smiled at me, my stomach flipped the good way. For a second everything felt right.

In the haze of the dream, she couldn't tell. As if feeling her scrutiny, the Viking – yes that's what he was, she could tell now – turned to meet her gaze. His eyes locked onto hers and she forgot how to breathe. Her body thrummed under his scrutiny. Her mind gave her a vague impression of danger, but she wasn’t afraid. She was drawn to him in a way she didn’t understand. His intimidating body turned in the direction of his eyes and he started to stalk toward her in long, even strides. She didn't move, couldn't. He stopped in front of her. His hand reached out toward her face and... she jerked awake.

A vampire and a half werewolf! One who is in love with another desperate woman who doesn't even love him! And here she is..she had no choice than to accept this marriage! She overlooks every bad actions of his. Nina could bet that right now,while she was fighting for her life,he would be busy having fun with the one who makes his heartbeat. "Arrgh." Nina gives out a soft moan as she feels the man's teeth on her nipples.She had never felt this helpless.She hated that she ever depended on that man to come save her.

She looked like some modern-day Viking shield maiden. She immediately fascinated me. I'd always loved Viking stories though I didn't know that much about actual Norse legends. I was about to go over and ask her where she had gotten the braids done, when a huge man stalked up to the woman. He sported sleeve tattoos on both arms with more crawling up one side of his neck. His huge biceps showed off more of the thick black tattoos very similar to the one the woman was sporting. His blonde hair was shaved on the sides with the rest just as intricately braided as the woman's gathered down the middle of his head. He stood over the woman, glaring at her menacingly. "Sage! Come on! Everyone is waiti