Vikings Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I cannot believe the gods would forsake us at this point and allow your father's depravity to win. Ulfhild's lips trembled slightly before she firmed them once more and he knew that she had heard him. He was about to say more when he scented something unexpected on the ocean breeze. Wolves. And, not just any wolves, but Sköll wolves. He stood tall trying to see over the crowd, and, suddenly, there they were. Huge wolves, fangs bared, running full tilt down the beach alongside an entire contingent of Viking warriors, Erik and Birger in the lead.

She must have sensed something was wrong because she touched my cheek. “I will stay in here with you tonight.” My sadness melted at her very words. I picked her up, pressing her against my chest. She sighed and stayed there for a few minutes longer. She left to go to her room, so I showered and got dressed for the day, I wanted to look good for her so I picked out black jeans with a white shirt that had a deep v, I liked to keep it casual around here as much as possible, but when we had official things I would dress in my suites, but like I said we were trying to change the way things are done. Braiding my hair the way my grandma had taught me only took minutes. She loved the way it looked o

Berserkers are obsessed with wood, and Viki also has a deep love for books. ‘Smut books with monsters and aliens,’ Raven groans, remembering the book Viki gave me two days ago. ’Reading about Krakens mating with a human male was—’ Raven interrupts me before I can finish. ‘Traumatic, that’s what it was.’ I snort before going to look inside the closet for a new set of sheets and a blanket. While there, I make a mental note of things Red might need once she can leave the clinic—from clothes to towels and other things females need.

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

Not only did I possess the powers as the alpha of Scarlett pack, I also had Cian and Magnus' alpha titles too. Vanya's hands went to my face, tracing the edges that had sharpened, before turning to Magnus body that lay there. "Adam would take care of him. When he wakes up, we can continue." She only nodded without staring at me. When she looked up, the look in her eyes threw daggers into my soul. Any other word about her father or anything related to her father, and she would fall apart. I leaned forwards, kissing her for all but five seconds, before I pulled away, wiping the tear that slid down away.

My mind swirled with countless questions. “Are you saying Dante mistreats women?” The question tumbled from my lips, eyes glinting with a mix of fear and curiosity, fixed on Pietro like the bright stars above. Pietro regarded me with pity before humming thoughtfully. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” Pietro began, capturing my undivided attention. “Dante is a formidable warrior, a businessman, a Viking, a Viking mafia. But there’s one thing he isn’t,” he paused, meeting my inquisitive gaze. “He isn’t affectionate, especially towards women. He sees women as mere objects for men’s pleasure or as toys for their satisfaction, nothing beyond t

For years, no vampire noble and no human had been willing to marry into it, and the Northern Lord remained unwed, so he'd dug out that old contract, only to give his people some kind of answer. My father and his wife could never bear to send away Vicky, the daughter my stepmother had borne him. So they turned their eyes to me. For nine years after my mother died, my father hadn't spared me a thought. Now there was a disaster that needed someone to absorb it, and suddenly he remembered that I, too, was a daughter of the Valerie family. When I didn't answer, my father sighed. "This is for your own good. No matter how long you wait, young Master Adrian will never marry you."

Don't fuck this up. My mother, Merja Niskanen, kept her hands clasped so tight her knuckles were red. She wouldn't look at me directly. It was as if she already knew something bad was coming. Sveinn, my supposed mate stepped forward. He was tall and broad and had silver hair catching the flames the way it always did in my dreams. He wore the black Alpha's sash across his chest. When he smiled at me, my stomach flipped the good way. For a second everything felt right.

“Not a lot of people were happy about this.” Ilya’s smile falters slightly. “We knew that would happen, especially with Vanya. But she needs to realize that you’re my mate and you’re not going anywhere now that you’ve claimed me.” “I think Vanya wanted to be a Volkova and is a bit bitter that you got to be one,” the younger me says, grinning. “You’ve seen the way she looks at Kai, right?” Ilya groans. “Yeah, and your brother doesn’t exactly stop her advances, does he?”

He stared at the apples and figs he had gone to so much trouble to pick to please his friends and the trouble he had taken to escape the surveillance of Alfhildr, his wicked stepmother who overloaded him with daily chores while her own children played. So he took a twig, bowed his head and started tracing runes on the ground, singing an unfamiliar melody that still came to his mind: There is no sun that the moon cannot overcome The day the debt is paid, tremble Kattegat, tremble When the iron meets the shield, tremble When songs grow from blood fed soils, tremble Whether he has to raze entire villages to write long exploit runes with blood, A Viking will end up paying his debt And so Kattega