Vikings #athelstan Novels & Stories

It looked like a brand—a starburst of black, crystalline lines spreading outward toward his shoulders. "My full name is Stanislaus Vance," he said, the words falling slowly, like heavy stones dropping into deep water. "I was the Commander of the Royal Guard in a realm called Aethelgard. I served a crown that did not deserve the blood of the men who died for it." Vivian sat frozen, her breath caught in her throat as she listened to the cadence of his voice. There was no boastfulness in his words, only a deep, crushing exhaustion.

One second he took a gander at her with enthusiasm and murmured sweet alluring words, however in the following second, he would rapidly turn around to his savage self and toxin everything around him. He resembled the berserkers, the old Norse champions who battled in a wild furor. In him was the severe Viking blood. So now what's the plan? "… " Silje looked as Kail's group hauled Jamal away. Kail checked out at her with bleak eyes.

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!"

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

“Let’s watch The Vikings or The Last Kingdom.” “So you have a thing with medieval guys or just the theme of the show.” I placed my palm on her thigh and rubbed it a bit. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and nothing down but panties. “The shows are good. The guys from that Viking age just like to rut, had multiple partners, and contra to the characters portrayed in the show, they should smell like onion or sulphur and they couldn’t be all this fit with abs and icy blue eyes. I mean, look at Ragnar Lothbrok.” She even gestured as the first episode started rolling. “Travis Fimmel is perfect for the role.”

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!"