Viking Warriors Novels & Stories

Odin ordered them to travel to battle fields and gather powerful warriors for his army and bring them to him, to wait in his hall Valhalla until the final battle. The Valkyries did as they were told and gathered many warriors, they also learned who the strongest generals were, when they delivered the warriors, they informed Odin of what they had learned. The Generals who worshipped Odin and had gained a name for themselves with their strength and intelligence in the battlefield, were made into immortal beings that would later become known as the Berserkers.

“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?”

Is all I manage to whisper. "We wouldn't be here if it wasn't for vǫlva Tordis. She was a vǫlva like the other wise women of her time. When new times came to northern Europe, the path of the vǫlur changed to. War and fights was suddenly decided by the strongest vǫlva instead of by warriors. Most of the vǫlur prefered to live in peace and didn't want to get involved in the fighting. They didn't want to use their powers for harming people, but others got poisoned by their powers. They became so powerful that they could animate the warriors with the spirits of animals".

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

he replied while looking at me, but immediately looked away again when I looked back. .... Fenrir had already mobilized her troops upon seeing the enemy troops approaching. He brought an army of dwarves as well as werewolves with backup lighting wolves at their back. They walked casually in human form and without any equipment at all. They are even like thugs who will fight because they only wear ordinary clothes. Bruk bruk bruk bruk.. The sound of stomping feet and also the scraping of armor could be heard coming from the direction of Borlal's troops. Dust soared high as the multitude of troops marched simultaneously under Yusagi's lead.

Viking swore when he dropped the box of gloves, swore again when he bashed his elbow on the table on his way down to pick it up. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “What’s happening over there, big guy?” Saint asked him from a safe distance across the room as Arrow looked on with a puzzled expression. “You suddenly forget every word in the dictionary except ‘fuck’?” “Fuck off,” Viking growled. “Good to see that you remember two words,” Saint said brightly. “I’ll stop worrying about you then.”

But his attention shifted when he caught Nerissa's expression. She was watching Zane. Her emotional attachment isn't as dead as she claims. He kept watching her watch Zane for a moment and before anyone noticed he looked away. "Look at the dragon heads," Zane said, pointing. "They're not just decorative. The Vikings put them on their ships to ward off evil spirits, scare away sea monsters, protect the crew. When they built churches, they kept the tradition. It's pagan and Christian mixed together, protecting the sacred space."

Bjorn's quiet demeanor belied a fierce determination and a sharp mind. Eira Eira was a mage with a mastery of elemental magic. Her ability to summon fire, ice, and lightning gave us a powerful advantage in battle. Eira's calm and composed nature allowed her to control her magic with precision, making her a formidable force on the battlefield. Halvard Halvard, a former guard, brought a wealth of experience in defense and strategy. His expertise in fortifications and his ability to anticipate enemy movements made him a key strategist in our group. Halvard's stoic demeanor and unwavering resolve inspired confidence in those around him.

A warrior asked. "Yes he is, his face is menacing just like the other warriors said. " Another warrior spoke. Suddenly, Rioka looked at them with menacing look. They changed their gaze as their body starts to shiver. "Anyway, what's your name? " Rioka asked the lone warrior. "Tokiyo. " A small sound came out of the lone warrior's mouth. "Tokiyo huh, your rhyuk is so suppressed, to the point that I can't even sense it at all. You reminds me of someone." Rioka smiled at the sky.