Vikings #athelstan Novels & Stories

Afterall, Ragnar Marshall had made him suffer immensely. After three days, Alex was invited over to one of the training grounds in Maridonna's palace. When Alex got there, he bowed respectively and greeted Prince Guthred and two of his brothers that were with him, they were Ulfur and Orm. They were both seven fits tall and are huge, their looks alone are scary, they were like giants. Ulfur and Orm are best in the use of swords and spears but their shooting skill is even beyound the skill of the best soldier in the United States.

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

But he is dead, killed by Odhan, his son, who is also dead. Assorthan did not understand their sudden appearance in his land. "Now tell me the truth. Why are you here? Where is that Demon of yours?" Assorthan asked with irritation. He is furious beyond belief, and they caught him off guard. His brain is still not working to its full capability and he failed to think about the reason for their arrival. Thea and Max smirked looking at the discomfort on the Lord's face. "Okay, if you want to listen to the truth, then listen. We are here for retribution against the attack on yes last night" Thea said authoritatively in full-on Queen mode.

--- We emerged from the tunnels into chaos. The great hall was filled with wolves, their faces turned toward the platform where Vidar stood, his arms spread wide, his voice rising. He was speaking of Stellan—of his weakness, his betrayal, his death. He was speaking of the half-blood who had killed him, who had brought destruction to the North Star lands, who would bring destruction still.

Note: Events in this story are fictional and do not reflect actual Viking history. (900 AD – Before the Separation of Kingdoms) In the year 900 AD, before the Norse kingdoms split apart, there was one kingdom feared above all, Vikron. Its warriors were brutal. Their culture, violent. Yet, they were united. And at the center of that unity stood one man King Ragnor, named after the god of thunder himself. Ragnor led with blood and fire. His people raided distant lands, conquering village after village.