Vikings Rollo Novels & Stories

she said. “What sins?” I asked keeping the distance between us. “In the great hall of Odin I was burned three times and his spear missed my heart so I was reborn as this. I have waited many years for my revenge and you will suffer as I did.” She glared at me. “Gullveig,” I said as Blaise said the name in my head. “I have created my own army and they will wreak havoc on Midgard until my lust for blood is satiated,” she said and lifted her arms.

"The huldre Disciplines - what skalds learn their magic tongue from, and the best of berserkers and shieldmaidens bargain their swords for in exchange for tutelage under Wotan's blade. You would have Rosiel, Yuriel and I brought up as foundlings, like a lost baby replaced for a changeling by a troll?" Jarnja pet Gullinkambi idly, her body liquid muscle, her intimidating wings great black banners. The Troll Queen's mane sparked with lightning, and she gave a lopsided grin with her fanged muzzle. "We are preparing for war. We will need every man, woman, huldre and child at arms - including the Hakkonsdottirs."

Taking my seat, I sensed Rolf's presence standing steadfastly behind me, fulfilling his role as my confidant. My gaze swept over the distinguished figures present – Sigurd, the Beta, and the Ironwolf's younger brother; Gustav from the council of treasuries; Torvald, the warrior leader; Rune, the head tracker; and Rolf as my arms bearer. Accompanying them were other significant figures, including old advisers, previous leaders, and past council heads.

For many years, Rollo questioned her mother for the identity of his father but his mother never reveal it. Rollo had been working for Ragnar Marshall for five years and had rose to become one of his most trusted men cause of his sharp fighting and killing skills. He had also followed Ragnar Marshall to do some underground business so when Ivan, the previous butler died, Ragnar picked him to come and serve as a butler in his house. Ragnar Marshall chooses people he has a bit of trust in.

KING RAGNAR LOTHBROK and his crew were away for nearly six months when they returned, bearing news of their triumphant raid. The people of Kattegat sang their praises, welcoming their beloved warriors back to town with jubilant cheers. Sophie stood beside Helen and the other slaves, a little away from the boisterous crowd, observing the Lothbrok family's reunion. Rollo's absence was notable, considering he was renowned as one of the best warriors. She watched the famous priest, Athelstan, whom she had yet to meet, warmly greet Queen Aslaug and Ivar, a display of affection that made Sophie wonder if she would ever hold them in such high regard.

he leaned back on the sofa, his eyes looking up and to the left as if remembering. “It happened during the battle of Maldon. I was a Viking, one of the few black Vikings. My lineage went back through the Viking god, Odin, and so I was very respected. A warrior in those days fought till the death, and I was no different. We were not fighting a holy war, looking for vengeance, or any other noble means. We were out to claim land for the Olaf. Plain and simple, we were bloodthirsty warriors.

The third rogue had turned to attack but Rollo clamped down on his neck, easily ending his life. I looked over the field and could see that my warriors and fighters were making quick work of the rogues. There were no more than 50 rogues as part of the first attack. Though there were sounds of growls and snarls sounding through the air, I could tell that the first line of defense was easily taking care of the rogues. Although I could see some slight injuries to my pack, there didn’t appear to be very significant injuries as the rogues were taken down one by one. A second wave of rogues attacked. It was a bit unexpected, as I had expected vampires to be the next wave. This made Rollo even more

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.”

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 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.