Vikings Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ravaged by the Northmen Chapter 2: Hall of the Conquerors The longship ground against the stony shore of the fjord with a sound like thunder rolling over the mountains, the icy wind carrying the sharp bite of pine, salt spray, and the distant smoke from cooking fires in the clustered longhouses. My legs trembled as Ragnar Bloodaxe lifted me effortlessly into his massive arms, carrying me up the rocky path like a prized trophy from the raid. My body still sang with the aftershocks of the claiming on the deck—every muscle deliciously sore, my skin marked with fingerprints and the faint red of his beard. The villagers gathered along the path, their eyes wide with a mix of curiosity, respect, an

Viktor forced himself up, shaking like a leaf in a gale but standing tall, his eyes burning with a terrifying fire. “I came for my wife,” he rasped, his pride intact even as his face puffed with bruises. “Consequences be damned. I’ll burn this whole kingdom down to get her back from you.” I let out a harsh, dry laugh. “Your wife? Have you truly gone mad? Kari is my mate, by the very laws of the moon.” Viktor’s lip curled in a sneer that cut deeper than his claws. “Mate? You call yourself her mate, yet you're standing here talking up a storm while she wanders the woods alone? You couldn't even keep her behind a locked door, Titan!”

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.

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 did he really do that? Did he really drink out of dead people's skulls" I ask Martha in awe. I can't hide how terrified I am of this Viking warrior from Martha but I try as much as possible not to let my strange excitement for the warrior that she described as a monster show so she wouldn't think I've gone crazy

Katalea offered, “and wearing the helmets with the two horns.” “Ah, yes, I have seen those. They were not worn by my comrades, but seemed to add to the lore of the Nomadic Vikings.” He turned to Katalea, noticed the teasing grin on her face, “In truth, the Vikings often took women wherever they were. I believe true Vikings could come in any shade.” “So you come from a line of virile men?” Katalea quipped. Aquina joined in the banter, “Or at least horny ones.” She scoffed at her own joke, blushed, and looked away.

Victor was going to kill me. A/N: Anyone out there watching Vikings? I recently started and some of these guys were inspired by characters on the show. Idk why, but Dimitri speaking Old Norse with the Vikings is really attractive to me XD. Creating that dialogue was a huge bitch. There are some dictionaries of the language out there, but they aren't very extensive so I had to improvise on things they could have said, making their convo come out a little elementary. Served its purpose though! Dimitri also reveals a little bit more about his past here, but more details on Ivan will eventually come out later.

They're so warm, comforting, and the Viking’s breath fanning his face is mouth-watering. Sean's eyes widen when the Viking closes his eyes and leans in. Sean tries to pull back and get out of his arms, but it's useless. The Viking's large, strong arms have him trapped with nowhere to go. Sean freezes when the Viking man begins nuzzling his cheek. He instantly melts, becoming putty in his arms. His stomach does one flip after another as the large beast nuzzles his cheeks affectionately. His nose slowly makes its way along his cheek, over his jaw, and down his neck until it finds what he's looking for.

" This is my girlfriend, Viktor, so if she's my girlfriend, how can she also be your girlfriend ?" Viktor, at that moment, was already breaking a sweat. He worked for Hendrik and knew exactly what he was like, but he truly had no idea that Freya could be dating someone like Hendrik it didn't really fit her style, since he had picked a fight with the wrong person, leaving him with no choice but to confront Hendrik who was more like a tiger than a jaguar.

It can be used to destroy as its power is limitless. The last dragon was in love with a Lycan called Starci. My mother didn’t like her and sensed evil in her. So to save her friend, she told Vilkas that he was being deceived by her, but he didn’t listen. Vilkas left the kingdom after arguing with my mother and followed Starci blindly, believing that they were fated to each other. But they weren’t.

His veins…oh, his veins… They traced the contour of his arms and what she would do to be held by those arms, to be gripped tightly by them and to have them around her neck choking her as he pushed it into her… Fuck. As the towel draped low around his waist, the defined lines of his abdomen and the subtle 'V' leading downward to his… Control yourself, Astrid! She had to warn herself and also remind herself that this was Ragnar…she shouldn't be having these thoughts about him. She hated him. But do you know what was stronger than her hatred? This stupid mate bond and the intense desire it filled her with to just fucking matr with him! Nevertheless, she was a virgin—-a virgin that read way too