Vikings #athelstan Novels & Stories

Turning towards his men, He cries out, “RETREAT!!!!” Everyone instantly catches up with his order. Picking up the severely injured men on their shoulders, the able ones run towards the ship. Noticing them fleeing from the battleground, The vikings try to charge at them first under their king’s signal. But then Ario, who can see from far, charges at them with his all might. He unleashes his power, causing the viking to lose their sights temporarily. Tolas also lends him his power by killing the blinded vikings on the spot.

My voice shook with emotions, and cracked at times as I fought against the tears. “You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always be there for you, to love you unconditionally, and to always put you first. You are my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, my viking.”

He also avoided glances as we went ahead. “Guys, do you know who Blodimir Athelstan is?”

Flame's POV "The Viking warrior who drank beer from the skulls of those he had killed!" I repeated what Martha said with trepidation and excitement. I don't know this Viking warrior but at the mere mention of his name, my heart started beating hard against my ribcage and I began to feel a strange but sweet throbbing sensation that I couldn't explain in between my thighs

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.

“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?”

“By the gods, no one leaves the gates of Palermo!" But her words fell on deaf ears. The citizens were swept up in the tide. Her own guards, the soldiers sworn to her service, had dropped their weapons, joining the chant with jubilant abandon. “Ruler of the Vikings! Leader of the Vikings is back! Vikings we stand!” Vikings we rule!

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.