Vikings Ubbe Novels & Stories

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

“I am Alpha Vektor, my queen. This is my beta Susanne and my gamma Ambrose.” "It's nice to meet everyone." I said I could feel their hurt, anger and hatred for the people of Lygion. I watched them all and noticed they looked like well bred savages. Their hairstyles made them look like vikings from the tale of the Scandinavian era. The beta had the sides of her hair shaven, then two braids lined the paths where her red hair began close to the middle of her head, that patch of hair was long and got to her waist.

“It’s our Jarl… Jarl Thoric. He’s the boss. We’ve been hitting easier targets for a while. Then your Viking clan, well, that was supposed to be a big score. We were supposed to mess with your patrols, shake you up before the real attack.” I could feel my jaw clench so hard my teeth hurt. “Really? What makes you lot, and your genius Jarl think you can take down the Vikings?” I jerked my chin toward Lyra, just to drive it home. He let out a small laugh, but it sounded more like choking on a bad joke. “We’re getting bigger, stronger. We’ve got the best fighters from everywhere, and we’ve been training for years. Soon enough, if not already we would be the biggest rogue crew on this side of the

WEEKS HAD PASSED, and Sophie dedicated her days to daily training sessions with Ubbe. King Ragnar was conspicuously absent since their last encounter, which was a relief, considering how he enjoyed playing mind games that confused her. Ubbe proved to be an excellent and patient teacher, training her as if preparing for battle. Sophie was thankful for his guidance. She never imagined she would have the opportunity to wield a sword, let alone learn the art of combat. One aspect of Viking culture that appealed to her was the way they treated women equally.

Ubba said. "We'll keep working on it." Ottar added, "And sir, how about your new wife? Has she ran away like other women yet?" Ottar was Ubba's office assistant. Ubba was only a stage name he used to mystify and keep himself a secret particularly from his evil family.

Whoever it was, he was speaking their language. "Døkkálfar! Hata að Døkkálfar," one of the other Vikings shouted back. I was about to point my weapon in the direction of the closer voice when the intruder beside us finally stepped into my line of sight. I was just as floored as I was relieved to see Dimitri standing next to Lissa and me. He stepped into the water between us and the Vikings with his hands raised in the air. "Nei, né Døkkálfar," his deep voice had a calming note as he spoke to them. "Hægr þjóð. Skap-góðr"

“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?”

Egil announces as he has done for all the fights till now. The darkness has fallen around us though at the horizon I see a light and I remember it never really goes dark this time of the year. No one has moved but the initially quiet Scandinavians quickly became a roaring group that enjoys the hard, blood spectacle. They were Vikings not so long ago, after all.

“Those berserkers, is it something you could tell me more about ?” “Sure, definitely. I read quite a lot. There is this Irish home page”. Now with him being in his element as the smart nerd, he seems to deal better with his destiny or at least forget it for a while. His eyes are shining excitedly, as his fingers run over the iPad. “It tells a lot about how they won fights for the vikings. And some things about those witches”. “So maybe we can learn more about them too”. I lean over the table, looking at the page Andreas has found.

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.