Viking Warrior Names Novels & Stories

Taiya – (Tah-EEY-ah) Jeylin – (JAY-linn) Layna – (LAY-nah) The Hiamaar – (HIGH-ah-mahr) (Northern Elves) The Chi-maaya – (Chee-MAHyah) (The Faerie Folk) Elyta – (El-EE-tah) Hayle – (Hale) Creatures Goblins: Gerth – (Gurth) Hruge – (Roodge) Oh’Kapi – (Oh-KAH-pee) Ma’veth – (Mah-VETH) Ma’vhor – (Mah-VORE) Weapons Grenyaar: Khortaal – (Kor-TAHL) – Slightly curved sword Khor – (Kore) – Large dagger Dwarvish: Styrha – (STIR-hah) – Obsidian dagger

His eyes were a mixture of brown and green and always speculative when they looked at her. Did he find her wanting or something? Sigurd, her father’s blood brother, was a tall man with red hair turning silvery in places. She caught herself staring at the small, forked beard braids and avoided his pale green eyes after that. His wife, Ruth, was much smaller than he and flanked by their twin boys, Snorri and Egil. Being Beyla, she had to ask, in Norse: “Do you have Vercian middle names? Mine is Amber.”

“Before Ragnarök, which member of the Vanir was sent to Asgard and later triggered a war?” “Gullveig,” Loki answered immediately. “Loki.” I tugged at his sleeve. “Shh… we’ll talk later.” “Second question: what is another name for Valhalla?” “The Hall of the Slain.” Loki and an Aesir god answered at the same time. “Third: what species is the World Tree?” “Ash.” … “As expected of Lord Loki,” the elf said with a smile. “Tenth question: which race of gods was the first to cultivate the Ginnunga giant whale as a means of transportation?”

Davis and I walked over, holding them out for her to see. “Strong, just like their parents. What are you naming them?” “The warrior and the Viking.” I laughed, joking, of course. “Hilda and Henry,” Davis and I said in unison, having already spoken about names to the lengths of time the past few weeks. We had 2 boy names and 2 girl names picked and we tried to make them all match in a way. “Such perfect names.”

Some even think that I had been given the wrong name, that it is a disgrace I am named after the goddess Freya. They were planning a raid in another country. Years ago, some Vikings started raiding unfamiliar countries, and now they were going to do it again in a country they heard travelers call America. And as they would be gone a long time, I was to go with them, not to fight but to celebrate their victory by holding the wedding there. I wanted to fight and raid with them, but Leif wouldn’t let me. He said he didn’t want a wife with battle scars.

The way Dedrick seemed so soft now, his hand rubbing small circles in her back and his eyes full of concern. "A long, long time ago, when heathens and Vikings began to raid, then to migrate to new lands, they would build what was called and Apex. This was a place of great spiritual importance, and there the keepers of tales and legends built homes and halls alongside gifted individuals, most called Volvas, some called Seers, though there were many names." He couldn't get over the way her eyes seemed to sparkle as she spoke, everyone listening in and even shifting forward some.

"Welcome to the Ӕgir's Captive." Kirsty frowned at his words until she saw the name painted on the end of the boat. She turned to ask Sven about the odd name, but he was busy speaking with his brothers. She looked out at the sea as far as it stretched. On the other side of its choppy waters lay the wild and mysterious land that born these men. It might seem odd to think of Sweden in those terms but remembering the Viking's from British history, their Norse gods and surrounded by these men, the place seemed anything but civilized.

she asked, knowing the game well. He shook his head. "I dunno yet, maybe sword and board." "What's his name?" she asked, indicating the arrow-headed blonde on the computer screen. "I dunno," Kenny shrugged. "Lars or something." "It's not Lars, you fuckin' hoser," Alex said. "It's like, Hrothgar or Sven." "Yeah. Let's just call him Blondie McArrowhead," Kenny said, shooting another arrow and eliciting the same response from the computer game character.

Jörmungandr Jörmungandr is a giant snake in Viking legend. Jörmungandr is the sea serpent son of Loki, adopted brother of Thor, the legendary hammer-bearing Viking god of thunder, Mjolnir. Jörmungandr often interfered with maritime security by attacking ships. Jörmungandr is one of a kind with Leviathan. In the end, Jörmungandr was defeated by Thor. 38. Nymph

The last name rang a bell in my head, but I couldn’t place my hands on it. “And you’re my mate.” White hair, golden eyes… It dawned on me. The name was seared into my childhood, cursed through gritted teeth by warriors returning from blood-soaked borders. My people whispered it like a hex. Veylard! The wolves of the south, and our sworn enemies. Scavengers, evil rogues with no regard for life, love, or anything for that matter! “They eat the dead,” one old guard used to say. “They burn babies and steal daughters.”