Viking Warrior Names Novels & Stories

My comrade in arms, as it were. Unlike me, he had a team. They were called the Helvegr and, aside from the Alpha, they all had wolf names from Norse mythology. Most of their crimes were robberies and camp breaks. They’d saved countless supernaturals in the last five years. I’d followed their work ever since my mother died. My very first crush was on Fenrir. Now he was right in front of me and he wanted me. I wanted him, too. He had to be my sealing partner. It would be almost as good as if I had a boyfriend.

“Your names. Sigwulf, for example. It’s an Ulfwyn name that means Victorious Wolf.” Sigwulf shrugged. “It’s also an old name and heard all over Kalthar these days. Just not as commonly as is was when I received the name.” Hrodgar nodded once and continued. “Kemp translates into Warrior, in Ulfwyn. Even our wee Princess, Astrid Nara means Goddess of the Rising Sun and Dear One. Just an observation.” He scratched at his beard. Kenward chuckled at some joke only he could see as he watched the byplay of people’s faces.

“Because in the last book, my therapeutic killing of him was so macabre they made me remove it and fix it.” Cruz’s brows which were meeting in the middle now jacked up high on his forehead. “I know you said you killed him off in every book. Which character was he in this one? I couldn’t pinpoint him.” “Did you know the name Odin, which stems from the Norse God mythology, has many different names in Old Norse mythology? I always make it a minor character, but I always use one variation of his name. In this book he was Bǫlverkr. It means evil doer.”

I made a mental note to use their Dragonese names since it seemed disrespectful otherwise. (Pronunciation: Gærriðla is GAYR-ri-the-lah. Óðinn is OH-thin. Sigríðr is SIG-reeth.) I looked at Asher with a questioning expression, surprised that he hadn't told me this already. "Sorry, my love," he mind-linked me, his cheeks red with embarrassment and his voice sounding the same. "I completely forgot about that. My Dragonese name is Ásgeir. My father's is Dreki, and you have met Klómur and Svartur, who are Talon and Sable."

My mother and Eric's mother were Scandinavians and they were also best friends. My mother was of Vikings descent. They're the Norsemen raiders and warriors, that was why I was named Thor, the most widely-known powerful god of thunder, known for his bravery, strength, and healing powers? Eric's mother was the first to move to America when she got mated to an American who came to Denmark for business. The month her best friend left, my mom followed suit. Not because she also found her mate in an American shifter but because she missed her best friend

Yagami then said, "your first war was a success, you are now a free woman and no longer bound by the chains of the dungeon, word would spread." Alex then came closer and asked, "what would you want your warrior and adventure name to be, say it now and let your name spread!" Almost all great warriors had their warrior name, it was usually given after the first war and become more established as the warrior keeps on fighting. We had the likes of, 'Darius the demon, Yagami the Light, and Gord the butcher! Lycan Flare and so on. I looked up and said, "I shall be known as Angelina: Angel of light," the whole crowd shouted, 'Angel of light!" That was my new title, while some called me flaring Ange

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

He rose up and went over to his room's console and brought out a paper and a pen, and handed it to her. She drew the symbol exactly how she remembered. "This is what I saw," she gave the paper back to him. He took one look at it and muttered "Berserker." "What is a Berserker?" She asked curious. "They were ancient Norse warriors who worked themselves into a frenzy before battle and fought with abnormal fury and courage." "Norse warriors?" Her brows creased together in confusion. "The Norse were an ancient human population who inhabited the areas, that are now called modern-day Scandinavia," he expatiated.

Eva Fenrir— The Primordial Wolf, Sköll— The Sun Hunter, Hati— The Moon Hunter, Fenris Graymane— Tribal Elder: Keeper of the Lore, Thiess the Sentinel— Heroic Defender, Remnar Monteal—Tragic Werewolf. My index finger paused, looming over the name. Remnar Monteal. Could Monteal mean the same Monteal I know? The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially.

Everyone clapped and walked past her again, to introduce themselves with the Wiccan name they had once adopted at their initiation. ‘Blessed be, I'm Kerian,’ Liza kissed her on both cheeks, ‘my name means dark-haired.’ ‘Blessed be, my name is Gaea,’ Anke had tears in her eyes, ‘my name means earth.’ ‘Blessed be, Ohana is my name,’ Jente hugged her. ‘Sweetheart, my name means, from the forest.’ ‘Blessed be, they call me Ville,’ Raven gave her an encouraging wink and kissed her forehead. ‘And that means protector, yours, among other things.’ He leaned toward her, the look in his bright blue eyes warming her.