Viking Warriors Novels & Stories

Alpha Wulfrun added albeit solemnly. Like the rest of the men in the pack, he also was big, tall, and muscular. He had ocean-blue eyes with a ring of glowing grey around his irises and grew a beard that was braided like his long hair. Unlike the other pack members that looked more like the really buffed versions of Native American men, he looked more like a Viking warrior and it was evident from the base of his neck and his arms that his entire torso was inked. Cole thought the two alphas like Xavier carried an aura of someone powerful and to be feared.

Bodies decorated the southern border of the Damned pack. Alpha Jackson wanted to call for everyone to retreat but there was no way out so, he pressed on. He and his warriors took out some of the warriors on alpha Luciano’s pack, but the numbers were not balancing. Those warriors fought like mad men, like they were not afraid of death, they were like Vikings ready to go to Valhalla to meet Odin the god of war. Like the Vikings it looked like these warriors were looking for a beautiful death. The Eclipse pack’s death to be specific since their side only had a few fallen warriors.

The birds blind the enemy with their flapping wings and peck ruthlessly with their sharp beaks anywhere they can access. Those of Lucifer's men who have walked across the line of scorched grass, now stands in long lines. The men follow the seductive music of the freshwater spirit and are lured to walk in to the depths of the lake. The few who resist Viridi helps along into the dark waters. Fearless Vikings wield their axes in close combat with the enemy. Kain's phantom army brings the opponents to their knees so the Vikings can seal their fates. Brage and Vimar skillfully wield their swords, chop and cut down anyone who challenges them. Laurin blasts off his deadly magic with his fingers – b

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

"The Tibetan dragon is a powerful and benevolent creature. It possesses great creativity, wisdom and has the ability to control the weather. The legend says that they sometimes communicate with monks during their meditations to guide them on their spiritual journey. And, probably the most peaceful kind of dragons." "Two-headed dragons (also called serpents) were omnipresent in Viking culture. The most famous example being the dragon ships (or Drakkars) they used to go to war. They were associated with great strength and superhuman intelligence. Vikings viewed life as a succession of destructive and creative cycles. Within that philosophy, Viking dragons embodied destruction and chaos. Yet th

They look like they have seen their fair share of battles, their features rugged and menacing, their muscles bulging under their tight-fitting cult-like robes. "We will do it," one of them says in a low growl. The leader of the group introduced them one by one, "This is Vuk, the ferocious one, with a heart of stone and teeth as sharp as knives. This is Ragnar, the silent one, who moves like a shadow and strikes like a cobra. And this is Fenris, the brutal one, who takes pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering. Is it your wish to carry out the work of our Lord Alaric?" he asked.

"What an intriguing feat, Lavender." Twar rose from the ground. A deep blue and violet aura radiated from him, rippling outward like waves. Twar had mastered a Sika called 'Hafgufa Glima,' one of two potent branches of art dedicated to the battle skills of Viking chiefs' bloodlines. Both body and mind were honed, their bearing as resolute and fierce as the legendary Kraken beast of the seas from their ancestral land. Stepping onto the AB shield, compressed air burst forth from beneath its surface, propelling him once again towards Ravyn. In mid-air, he seized her by the waist. *snatch!*

If they were really behind this mess then they’ve hit the hardest line. Dismissing them after what they did to our goods the last time was my mistake? How dare they attack the Vikings clan? Have they no fear? “Are you sure it was them you saw?” Dion asked the petrified warrior looking all riled up. “Yes, I’m sure. I was a part of the crew from our last trade that was sabotaged. I recognize the hideous scar on their faces and their clothing style.” “Alpha,” Dion called turning towards me, “Do we go after them, I’m sure they couldn’t have gone far.”

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

In 392 BC the clan of the Tagrans went to battle with the Ashatans and was almost defeated because of their small size compared to that of the Ashatans. No clan had been known to ever defeat the Ashatan's Vikings, the most ruthless barbarian clan. They were large in number and possessed a large amount of weaponry, rumor said, their king was one of the sons of the king of the underworld. The Tagran clan who had never gone to war and was known for their peaceful settlement stood their ground and fought with all they had, not ready to give away their land to the Ashatan barbarians.