Vikings Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

As the door closed behind her and the flash of bitter air reached her skin, the fire growing within her was suddenly extinguished. As they walked to the government building across the center of town, James said, "Just so you know...and I'm not saying that any of this is true or anything...but Haldir, he's, well, the folks in town here say that he's a Viking. Like original thousand-year-old Viking." Mory shook her head and glanced back to him. "You surely can't be serious. What century are we living in here? That little old hopper plane didn't carry me back through time, did it? Or maybe to the Twilight Zone?"

The first leader of both clans were once very close friends, some say they were siblings but either ways they had a very close relationship united in their quest to find the lost city of Eldarath. Then came when it was time for them to both claim a mate. According to history, the Viking Alpha had met a woman named Astrid first. She was a beautiful intelligent and fierce warrior from a neighboring clan. The Viking Alpha had taken a liking to her and she to him. They fell in love and soon became inseparable, but the leader of the Black Harem clan also had his eyes on Astrid. He claimed to have also met her first and with that a feud between the two friends began.

He huffed and put his fork down, but he had half a smile on his face, so I knew he was not that angry or frustrated. “I can tell you this: The barbarians think you are their lost girl pup. Their pack was blessed with a girl child about 23 years ago. The human woman was mated to the pack´s beta. There were even rumors of her being an Alpha Maiden. A unique creature that only appears in folklores and old tails. But when the little girl was around three years old, she and her mother disappeared. That is also why and how the war between the two packs. The barbarians believed the Vikings helped her back to the human world; the Viking pack thought they made all this up so that they could attack an

A true VIKINGS should be able to perceive his own blood even from it's silhouettes… This trait has been passed down From the Ancestral Wolves… Embedded in the leader of the VIKINGS and it's descendants Even the Breeze cackled at those who called the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD “ The storm had only begun.

"A frozen forest, a betrayal and being split in two are pretty obvious hints. I could pretend it was just your anxiety but the split in two parts and the frozen forest aren't mentioned in the books Pandora lent you. It's just something in the original stories from many centuries ago." Oh, no. I think I'm gonna throw up. I breathed in deeply, trying to control my heartbeat, and covered my face with my hands. It was too much for me to swallow. "Viktor," I asked in a shaking tone, "where did you hear about the split-in-two thing?" Viktor cleared his throat. "I... Arlo was obsessed with this story. He had the original edition and read it in old English. And, ugh, the illustrations were scary as

RUSLAN'S POV Nikolai Vicenzo . My best friend since childhood. We grew up together under the Vikings Clan, with his father and mine as the right hand man and his father as the left hand man of the Bratva of Vikings Clan, fifteen years ago. After the death of his father, Igor took him under his wing when he was creating Vipers Clan, so we were basically brothers. We lived together up until we were thirty years, before he left the clan to start a life for himself. A life different from the one I had pictured for both of us.

“The gods have smiled upon us by delivering such a worthy woman. Strong of spirit, soft of body, perfect for breeding and battle.” Leif, the middle brother with his leaner, more cunning build, pressed against my back, his scarred cheek resting on my shoulder as his calloused fingers traced the generous curve of my ass before dipping boldly between my cheeks to tease the still-sensitive ring of muscle there. “That tight little cunt gripped us so well,” he growled softly, nipping at my earlobe. “And this ass… made for Viking hands and cocks. You’ll warm our furs through the longest winters and bear us many strong sons to carry on our name.”

DAMIEL I am starting to think the event planner robbed me… The air conditioners here don’t work. The heat is down there though. Not anywhere else. I am marrying a peacock, the most beautiful of them all. I do not deserve him; he does not belong with me, but I want to ruin him for any other person. I want to break him. My Angel, so little and innocent… Those tempting eyes of his, I feel myself in him. I think I see a future. And I think he likes what he sees. I am your Viking. You are my Angel.

Some even think that I had been given the wrong name, that it is a disgrace I am named after the goddess Freya. They were planning a raid in another country. Years ago, some Vikings started raiding unfamiliar countries, and now they were going to do it again in a country they heard travelers call America. And as they would be gone a long time, I was to go with them, not to fight but to celebrate their victory by holding the wedding there. I wanted to fight and raid with them, but Leif wouldn’t let me. He said he didn’t want a wife with battle scars.

Desset Bandraken "We're all going to die!" Yorvik shouted at the harpoons as he looked around, his eyes wide with fear. Lightning struck Fenris' sky, illuminating the man's broken face. Her screams of pure terror could be heard over the wind and the thunder of the waves crashing against the ship. The rain on his face looked terrible like tears. "Remain silent!" Ragnar yelled and slapped the scared man. Shocked by the blow of a young man barely reaching adulthood, Jorvik forgot his fear for a moment and picked up the axe. Ragnar shook his head and glared at the grey-eyed old man. Jovic paused as if he understood where he was and what he was doing. They were in full view of all the soldiers at