Novel & Cerita Viking Romance

That was all it took for me to pull away and myself together, breaking away from the trance. I cleared my throat and looked at him, who is staring into me intently from the moment we made eye contact. Okay. "I think there has been a misunderstanding." I start, my eyes darting to violet eyes then to Mr. Viking. He cocks his head a little to the side as he studies me. He sniffs the air and instant animosity flashes in his eyes. "Wolf." He growled the word, and my breath lodges in my throat. Then a smirk tugged in the corner of his lips. His eyes fixed on me.

“Let’s watch The Vikings or The Last Kingdom.” “So you have a thing with medieval guys or just the theme of the show.” I placed my palm on her thigh and rubbed it a bit. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and nothing down but panties. “The shows are good. The guys from that Viking age just like to rut, had multiple partners, and contra to the characters portrayed in the show, they should smell like onion or sulphur and they couldn’t be all this fit with abs and icy blue eyes. I mean, look at Ragnar Lothbrok.” She even gestured as the first episode started rolling. “Travis Fimmel is perfect for the role.”

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

My voice shook with emotions, and cracked at times as I fought against the tears. “You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always be there for you, to love you unconditionally, and to always put you first. You are my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, my viking.”

I wrenched my arm out of his hold, walking away while he stared after me. "That there is a Viking woman, Saint. If you don't want her, I sure the hell do," Leif snorted. "It's a rare breed that will work from dawn until sundown, protecting her people. Fenrir blessed you, even if you can't see it, daft bastard." "She rejected me and banished my crew, allowing her father to torture us. She may be the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen or wanted, but she's as cold-hearted and evil as her father." I swallowed, overhearing Saint's words, frowning as I replayed what he'd said. I didn't slow down or even acknowledge the men as I entered my room, flinging off my clothes before jumping into the sh

It was the third son and the fifth son of the Vikings, Connor and Julian Viking. Where Julian was the playful playboy, the most popular music artist in the country at the moment and heir to Viking Music Records, Connor was the head of the most powerful construction companies linked to the Viking empire. Both loved women and laughed more than their other brothers, but now they weren’t laughing. They were blank-faced, hands folded across their chests, and somehow I knew that Elara had talked—that Cassius’s words hadn’t been unfounded. Yet, Elara was my wife. “Yes. I’m her husband. I shouldn't be banned from seeing her...”

Jamie is still talking when Colton interrupts, "And I have never met a mightier warrior in my life!..." "Yeah, me too! Have you heard of the Devil Viking that drinks beer from the skull of those he killed?" Jamie asked me. "Is he the..." I'm still talking when Colton interrupts "The Devil Viking! Don't tell me you haven't heard about him. Have you been living under a rock..." Of course, I've heard about the infamous Devil Viking. It's difficult not to know about him when the guys I train with at the gym talk about him all the time. How mighty his wolf is. The battles he fought in Denmark. His prowess on the battlefield. The lands he conquered...

His voice carried like thunder softened by reverence. “Today, we bind not just two souls, but two families. What is spoken here will echo for generations. As our Viking ancestors believed, love is a shield and a sword — it protects, and it endures. May the gods witness this union, and may your bond be stronger than steel, fiercer than fire, and eternal as the sea.” Wolf’s vows came first, his voice trembling but never faltering. “Kat, you are my fire, my strength, my home. You are my Phoenix — rising from every trial, burning brighter than the world ever expected. I vow to protect you, to honor you, and to love you until my last breath.”

Viktor forced himself up, shaking like a leaf in a gale but standing tall, his eyes burning with a terrifying fire. “I came for my wife,” he rasped, his pride intact even as his face puffed with bruises. “Consequences be damned. I’ll burn this whole kingdom down to get her back from you.” I let out a harsh, dry laugh. “Your wife? Have you truly gone mad? Kari is my mate, by the very laws of the moon.” Viktor’s lip curled in a sneer that cut deeper than his claws. “Mate? You call yourself her mate, yet you're standing here talking up a storm while she wanders the woods alone? You couldn't even keep her behind a locked door, Titan!”

At the price, something flickered in Adrian's eyes. But his face only went darker. "Elena. Where did you get thirty million?" I lifted the corner of my mouth, about to answer, when Vicky cut in. "My sister's marrying the Lord of the North. Of course she's not short on money." Adrian's grip tightened on the brooch. I lunged forward to snatch it, and he caught my wrist. I fought him, hard, and only left my wrist ringed with red. "You'd marry someone else for thirty million?"