Vikings #athelstan Novels & Stories

Whoever it was, he was speaking their language. "Døkkálfar! Hata að Døkkálfar," one of the other Vikings shouted back. I was about to point my weapon in the direction of the closer voice when the intruder beside us finally stepped into my line of sight. I was just as floored as I was relieved to see Dimitri standing next to Lissa and me. He stepped into the water between us and the Vikings with his hands raised in the air. "Nei, né Døkkálfar," his deep voice had a calming note as he spoke to them. "Hægr þjóð. Skap-góðr"

Even if she had hateful feelings towards Liv, her son is here, someone she claims to live yet is being cruel to right this minute. Athelstan pushed forward as my eyes broke from looking at her to follow where she was staring to see a man, he looked so much like Jacob I knew that King Vincent was now here with us. Shifting into my wolf we began rushing through the fighting, ripping into vampires as we made our way through the hoards of men. When I reached where King Vincent was, I watched as Jacob stood beside me staring at him. They snarled loudly at one another. "If you knave this horrid place now, I will call my men back, we will leave instantly. But you have to come home, now!"

, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Replace his entire team. Maids, secretary, assistants. Anyone that breathes near him. Quietly. They shouldn't even know they've been infiltrated. We do this the Vikings way—tight and quiet." "Understood. You want me to tap his phones and emails too?" "Everything. And start looking into his finances. Offshore accounts, political allies, blackmail targets. I want the whole damn map of his empire." Knox whistled low. "You're not planning to just win her back, are you? You're planning to bring him down." "I'm planning to protect what’s mine." I leaned against the desk, staring at the framed photo of the club’s founding fathers. My hand clenched into a fist. "She

A nice one. Time to remedy that. Guilt and passivity dropped away from him in that clarifying instant. The Hawk who turned his steed around and headed for Dalkeith-Upon-the-Sea to claim his wife was the true namesake of the Sidheach of yore, the Viking conqueror who had run ramshod over any who dared oppose him. I commit, I attain, I prevail. He leapt to his mount and spurred his charger into a full run. Seel and jess, my sweet falcon, he promised with a dark smile.

"That was fun..." "Yeah...Do you care for some wine?" I asked and he nodded wordlessly.There was this weird silence between us as we sipped our wine, our eyes glued on the television screen.We were watching the last episode of Game of Thrones . "I prefer Vikings to Game of Thrones..." He commented. "Me too..." "So who is your favourite actor in Vikings?" "Ragnar Lothbrok and you?" "Ivar the boneless...." "Don't tell me you pity him because he is a cripple?"

My home burned behind us, but my spirit refused to break. Three figures stood out among the crew, their presence commanding the very air around them. Jarl Ragnar Bloodaxe, the leader, was a giant of a man with braided blond hair, a beard woven with silver rings, and eyes the color of storm-tossed seas. His muscular frame, covered in furs and leather, bore the scars of countless battles. Beside him stood his brother, Thorsten the Stormcaller, leaner but no less imposing, with wild red hair and tattoos of ravens covering his arms—marks of his connection to the gods. And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like

Running away now would be better than dying from being beheaded when Bianca was announced as Alpha Alex’s concubine. Ragnar Thane was from one of the wealthiest families in the Drakonvale pack. His family was in-laws to Alpha Alex’s family, and with this bond, they grew up as friends. Ragnar was a warrior just like Alpha Alex and many knew him as Alpha Alex’s most trusted retainer. As he led the way, Ragnar wondered what Alpha Alex wanted from a lowly slave like Bianca. She was beautiful, of course, but he didn’t think her beauty was enough to sway the Alpha into laying with such a lowly body. Ragnar admired the social status rules and he had so much pride in himself for being born into a pr

“Haste was needed. A large force has just joined the humans. It is Diarf and Eirik. They have joined Yeric.” “F-k,” Thaelen snarled, furious. “Well, that is their folly. I will be unmerciful to traitors. Very well, it is time that we began. Gunnar prepare the men.” “As my king wishes,” Gunnar’s grin was savage. He bowed crisply before striding from the tent. “Magnus,” Thaelen turned to the other Lord. “You know what to do.” A muscle in the corner of Magnus’ jaw twitched but he nodded grimly. “It will be done, my king.”

KING RAGNAR LOTHBROK and his crew were away for nearly six months when they returned, bearing news of their triumphant raid. The people of Kattegat sang their praises, welcoming their beloved warriors back to town with jubilant cheers. Sophie stood beside Helen and the other slaves, a little away from the boisterous crowd, observing the Lothbrok family's reunion. Rollo's absence was notable, considering he was renowned as one of the best warriors. She watched the famous priest, Athelstan, whom she had yet to meet, warmly greet Queen Aslaug and Ivar, a display of affection that made Sophie wonder if she would ever hold them in such high regard.

"No. 6, the perfect strategist who has not been hurt even once in all of his past missions. The Genius Prince from the Land of Perfumes, alias: Vartyss" A lad with glasses and a refined body under his sweaty casual wear greets the camera with a smile. Then he turns back and puts his virtual chess piece to checkmate his opponent on the AB Ring’s hologram board. On his shoulder was a barbell. "Strong as a rock, fast as a thunderbolt. Alias: Tim and alias: Thwar, brothers from the realm of the Vikings. The record holder for clearing 47 Knight-level missions equally, which is the most among any trainee, follows as joint No.4!"