Viking Romance 소설 & 이야기

Kesakten Vampir Segawon. The words seemed to fill the gaze of Hugo who was opening the old book, reading it with growing impatience. These three words, if interpreted literally, mean the magic power of the wolf vampire, or wolvire's magic power. It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire.

he walked back to his seat. Charlie is more than happy to have those two omegas to himself. They are so caring and attentive, he met them once but he fell in love with their person. “Thank you so much, Mr. Voldov.” “Damiel.” “Umm, yeah, that.” “Damiel.” “Thank you so much, Damiel.” Charlie’s face is so flushed. He is in for one hell of a marriage with a psycho sexy Viking of a man.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I naively believed that if I changed myself into the version he liked, I could finally be happy. "What I got in return was being chained to a tree and treated like trash by a group of trash." I turned back to face William. The vulnerability and fear from the nightmares were gone from my eyes. In their place was a cold, familiar edge, one forged through blood and war. "The Zendaya who tried to be a good mate? She's gone. What they'll face now is the wolf princess who crawled out of a mountain of corpses." I stepped up to him and extended my right hand. It was scarred and battered, but still steady and strong.

He strode forward, gripping the robe and yanking it off me in one swift motion. I gasped, body exposed under his heavy gaze. My breathing hitched, but I refused to move, refused to shrink. His dark eyes roamed over me, slow, possessive. I clenched my jaw, lifting my chin defiantly. “You belong to me,” he murmured. “I can do whatever I please with you.” I hated him. Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Viktor’s gaze lingered before he stepped back, unreadable.

“I see two rare individuals. I know of both your kind, one extinct and one endangered, incredible and powerful wolves. Keep your land and keep your body. What I want is a child from you both.” His cigar swung between Roman and Falcon as he pointed at them. I couldn’t be quiet any more. “Excuse me?” I bellowed. His eyebrow arched eagerly. “Finally, an alpha. Perhaps you will understand-” “I understand nothing!” Roman held my hand and soothed my shoulder but I could see the panic in her eyes. “Then leave my land. We will kill you all on Tuesday," he stated. “What you are insinuating is preposterous! Roman is my luna, my fiancé. She cannot have a child with anyone else,” I declared.

She twirled, and her hind leg scratched the surface of the earth. “Valkyrie?” I turned. Azira's wolf stood at the side, her eyes mixed with emotions. But I was too filled with rage to care. Ryker took a step, his eyes flickering. Was it guilt? Anger? I didn't care. “You knew all along! All you could have done was let me know. Reject me, or better, leave me at the Auction house." My claws dug deeper into the earth. “I, Valkyrie Nightborn, Daughter of Late Omega Thane and Lyra of Hallow Wood pack rejects you, Ryker Malrik, the Alpha of Grim-Fang Pack as my mate.”

His presence was unmistakable, he was a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but an alpha. His eyes locked onto mine the moment he entered, a flicker of recognition passing between us. My heart raced, my wolf stirring uneasily within me, sensing the power radiating from him. I had never met this man before, but there was an undeniable connection, a force that seemed to draw me toward him. The alpha approached me with a confident stride, his gaze never wavering. "You must be Vanya Jacobs," he said, his voice deep and resonant as he let out a hand to shake mine. He smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

‘I don’t want to lose you ever. The thought of it terrified her. His teeth nipped her lower lip right before he tore his mouth away and buried his face in her hair. His hips surged against hers, swiveled. Deep inside, Sunny felt his cock swell, the head of it rubbing against her in a way that left her feeling like she’d somehow explode, even as her skin started to feel too tight, too hot. Magnus was a Viking… for real. She slammed her head against the window, barely noticing the pain as sensation swamped her.

Here she was, admiring another man at her own engagement party. Valentin noticed that Loki was staring at Arianna and grinned. "Looks like you've met my fiancée; this is Arianna, the girl I've been raving about. Isn't she absolutely beautiful?" Valentin inquired. "Absolutely," Loki replied succinctly, his gaze never leaving her. "Let me make the introductions. Arianna, this is my best friend, Loki, the mysterious guy from Canada. And , this is Arianna, my fiancée and soon-to-be wife." He wrapped his arm around Arianna's waist and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, prompting her to giggle.