Viking Romance Novels & Stories

The first leader of both clans were once very close friends, some say they were siblings but either ways they had a very close relationship united in their quest to find the lost city of Eldarath. Then came when it was time for them to both claim a mate. According to history, the Viking Alpha had met a woman named Astrid first. She was a beautiful intelligent and fierce warrior from a neighboring clan. The Viking Alpha had taken a liking to her and she to him. They fell in love and soon became inseparable, but the leader of the Black Harem clan also had his eyes on Astrid. He claimed to have also met her first and with that a feud between the two friends began.

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The wolves were circling each other and I noticed another rogue female vampire was above them waiting for the perfect time to drop down on Fenrir. "Not on my watch," I growled angrily and raced for the bitch. I dropped down on the female from above and knocked us both to the ground. I raised my fist and punched her chest. Grabbing a hold of her black heart I yanked and heard the rogue wolf cry out as I ended the life of its companion. The vampire turned into dust and I turned to see the gray wolf running off. Fenrir came to my side and licked my face. "Well it's obvious one of you likes me," I chuckled and scratched his ears. More licks to my face and I wiped the slobber away.

He immediately tugged me around his arms and kissed me. It was like a dream for us. Never knew my life could be this adventurous like a story I have read in Dad's library. Life with various challenges and twists I faced made me strong enough to know myself and fight for my love. Even after a decade, we are still together with our pretty girl and handsome boy. As we dreamed of, we had our separate world where he and I were together with our baby boy and girl, half-wolf and half-vampire. Thanks to Dad and Karien, there was no conflict and crisis among vampires and werewolves. The contract had been made, a blood contract, not to harm each other in the Blackwood and GoldenWood forest.

" Thank the heavens, she wouldn't touch the seer at least that was a relief. In between her and the seer was a wide table of short legs. Which seemed Older than the hag. Annabelle looks at the large uncovered pot placed on roaring flames which are sourced by burning woods. From it, emanated thick white smoke of horrible smell. perhaps this was what gave the cottage its odour. Different colour liquids are sampled on a shelf whose legs were partly eaten by termites. " Was the supposed seer a witch? or maybe sorcerer". " Love and Revenge plays a major role in your destiny" The woman pauses " They are in a constant struggle for power in writing your future" She adds. Annabelle's skin tingles an

“That’s amazing, Vik!” I can hear how younger Viktor’s heart is beating wildly when this happens and groan at the way I remember fighting what I felt for Ilya even before the Mate Bond Sighting. It was easy to fall in love with Ilya, not only was he gorgeous with his dark hair and warm brown eyes, but he felt safe. I could be myself around him; he even knew about my sexuality and didn’t think it was weird to be my best friend even if he hung around the more manly warriors in the pack.

gripping his thick thigh so tight as he kisses him deeper. Dylan’s entire body squirms under the touch. Feeling Andre crowd his space like this,is electrifying. The way he pulls back with dark eyes, only to dive in and drop kiss after scorching hot kiss to Dylan’sneck Andre’s hand glides up from the back of Dylan’s thigh, slowly and gently until he’s rubbing the top of it. He whispers something that sounds a lot like ‘fuck’ into Dylan’s neck before his hand moves hastily, gripping at his waist so tight Dylan can’t breathe.

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.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.