روايات وقصص ضمن Vikings: Valhalla Harald

(Julian’s P.O.V) Her wolf looked ethereal when it was glowing with the blue light surrounding her, her howling like a song calling on the Moon Goddess. That’s when I heard the water rushing and the howls and snarls of our warriors. We had crashed her shifting party, knowing this would be the perfect opportunity to grab her. What we hadn’t counted on was her being mated to the future Alpha King of Màni. That was not in the report from our spies, they hadn’t done their jobs right even with the help of Beatrix

She gingerly rubbed my thumb: "Here is a tale of what the gods become, in an age when iron eagles pierce the clouds like swords, lightning is how we shall, trapped infantile and wasted, no might of Thur but bound like ragged Loki in a box, shall be enslaved by human chattel, to plough fields and suck the soul of the world: this is what happens when the spirits are forgot, and in Eric the Red's land, our children's children's bones shall remember Hela, Jotun Queen of the Dead." Captured, by my Valkyrie's wit, by this horsewoman Tuniska's skaldic arts, I surmounted her chest like a kitten, her breasts like stone fruit for a rabbit squll to nibble on, tender to the touch, and I plucked her chee

And then he appeared. Guerrero Valanti stepped through the gates, tall, broad-shouldered, and imposing. Even in age, his presence commanded awe. His hair showed streaks of silver, his face marked by the years, yet every line spoke of dignity and authority. The crowd surged around him, their chanting reaching a fever pitch. “Guerrero Valanti! Vikings are back! Vikings will rule!” Lucia’s knees nearly buckled as the army of citizens and soldiers alike knelt in respect and devotion. The excitement was palpable, almost electric. Guerrero Valanti’s eyes scanned the crowd with a quiet, commanding intensity, until they landed on her.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

Intro: The Viking Bride tells the story of Brynja, a fiercely independent woman, and Ulfrik, a brutal yet enigmatic Viking chieftain. After her village is raided, Brynja is taken as Ulfrik's captive and declared his bride, her life irrevocably changed by the warlord's claim.