Vikings Stories Novels & Stories

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.”

Guerrero’s return would be nothing short of fire. But the question is; ….”would he ever come back”? ….”was he dead”?. ”Blood is thicker than water” or so they say. 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 “

that walk past you are your mate" she said and disappeared into the air like the dust that just blew around. I took that to heart with a lot of excitement and did as she said. I walked down the dark bush and sat down alone with nothing to do or anyone to talk to at that location. [ Human world] " It has already been ages since we went to the Pack house" Victor came out of the room in a nice dress and looked like the CEO of a company which was his dream but still got another position in the company of his family. Victor is the second child of the wolf family that stays at the centre of America.

Jamie is still talking when Colton interrupts, "And I have never met a mightier warrior in my life!..." "Yeah, me too! Have you heard of the Devil Viking that drinks beer from the skull of those he killed?" Jamie asked me. "Is he the..." I'm still talking when Colton interrupts "The Devil Viking! Don't tell me you haven't heard about him. Have you been living under a rock..." Of course, I've heard about the infamous Devil Viking. It's difficult not to know about him when the guys I train with at the gym talk about him all the time. How mighty his wolf is. The battles he fought in Denmark. His prowess on the battlefield. The lands he conquered...

She wasn't aware of that fact. The Viking wolves often conducted their raids in the summer when it was safer and simpler for them to travel across the sea from their homeland of Norway. They would have farmed the land and produced animals for food for the remaining months of the year. For Viking wolves, displaying one's valor in battle through raiding was a great way to do so. Aside from that, rather than invading and returning home, many of the Viking wolves settled in the territories they had previously invaded. Viking wolves from around the world settled in a number of Scotland's islands and coastal areas. Raid has become part of the Viking wolves' culture, but for Rain's pack, injustice

“We have different interests. Mine is in the gym, others were at the parties.” He laughed then looked at me. “My friends once told me you’re gay, that you’re into women and not interested in men.” I squinted my eyes. “Your friends talk about me, huh?” “Well…” he shrugged, then we both laughed. “That rumor about me was false. I’m not interested in women, I’m into men. And I think people nowadays just love spreading rumors, huh? Rumors about you were proof of it, as well.” “Hmm? Rumors about me? Haven’t heard about it. I just hope they were good rumors and not bad.”

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.

"Have you ever heard of a man called Ragnar Lothbrok?" I completely stopped my movements, the wet towel freezing in my hands as I wrinkled my nose in confusion. "Who exactly is that?" "He was a legendary leader of the Vikings," Michael explained smoothly, his deep voice carrying a strange hint of respect as he began the tale. "A very formidable and memorable warrior. He lived a good life in his coastal hometown of Kattegat, but he possessed a deep, raging hunger to see the unknown outside world. He was so desperate for discovery that he was willing to do absolutely anything just to leave his hometown, his wife, and his young kids behind. He did all that because he truly believed there was a

Votigern had doubted the truism of their stories but he knew the tales did not spin out of nothing. Tales of dragons had been in existence for many long years, most people believed in its existence, while other sceptical ones didn’t. There were books, however, Votigern knew the books didn’t lie, they said their town was Islandia. The sources of these books were rogue dragons that had escaped from Islandia.

“Yes, I suppose you could say that. The Greeks had Heracles, which is who Hercules was essentially modeled after. The Norsemen also had their own gods.” “Norsemen?” “Vikings,” I said with a smile. “The Vikings had Odin, Thor, Loki, and so on.” His eyes brightened. “No way! Those are actual people? I thought they were Marvel comics.” I laughed. “They are, but I believe the creator must have gotten his inspiration from the Norse mythology stories.” He looked impressed, which made my heart swell. “That’s cool. I didn’t know there were so many different kinds. I’ve always kind of liked the Greek stuff. We only get like a few weeks of it in school. You teach it all the time?”