Two worlds clash with each other. She is soft, loving and sensitive. He is harsh and merciless. But what if ? What if he isn't as cold as he seems? And what if she isn't as innocent as she seems?

*COMPLETED * England, AD 792. When all she knows is burnt to the ground, Aeleva is taken by the feared Danes. From a life of Saxon peasantry, a dark and brutal side is awoken within her. She has to adapt and survive in a world full of heathen. Torn by love for her captor and love of her faith she must decide who rules her heart. *WARNING, graphic description of violence* Please be warned that some readers have asked that there be a warning for some scenes of violence. On Wattpad HF reading list #1 vikings 18/10/2020 #1 raiders 25/06/2020 *** Cover done by the wonderful @AMORSI_ Check out her stuff, it's amazing. COMPLETED but will edit

Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.

Yrsa Vigdísardóttir. Daughter of Lief Vigdis. A head strong viking who has a run in with the Lothbroks. {COVER DONE BY; @-TSUND0KU

Clare O'Brien has always lived a sheltered life in her parents castle, in Ireland. She's only ever gone as far as the gates. So what happens when in exchange for the safety of her village, she is married off to a Viking chieftain? She expects for her husband to have a belly and no sense of humor, could she live with that? Brynjar Eriksen is a Viking cheiftain who has never wanted to be married. That is until he meets the Lady Clare and suddenly his whole view point changes. Marriage is no longer a silly title for his friends who just want a woman. No he may finally understand. But how is he going to win her and protect her? *The translations are found on iTranslate, they are Norwegian so yes I am aware that is not the true language of the Vikings. So please do not message me with complaints about the language being wrong, I am aware of this. I will be updating every Friday! WARNING: This story will contain MATURE CONTENT! People be mature about this and do not comment 'ew' or 'gross' if you can't handle it. Please skip these chapters if you are not comfortable with these scenes.

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

Princess Valeria's name means 'Strong' in Latin, and she lives up with her name. She is strong minded. She was born to a gypsy family who were slaughtered, she was spared by the crown prince, who adopted her as his own. She grew into her gypsy magic to help her people as a healer. Her brother made a deal with Vikings and then had the person he made the deal with killed. Angering his son, who is the chieftain. ___ Bjorn, Chieftain of the Kahlisar clan hears of his father's murder. Infuriated, he vows revenge on the man who killed his father, raiding the castle, he finds the princess known for her white hair and purple eyes. He is awestruck and takes her, her brothers, and mother while the man who killed his father was away at battle with his own father. The feisty princess Valeria impresses him greatly and decides to make her his bride. Wanting to woo her, protect her, and breed her. But he isn't the only one who wishes to own her.

At sixteen, Sunngifu is more of a spoiled child than a dignified thane's daughter. She is destined to a life of wealth and power. Until her father fails to pay the Viking's tribute...

The ruthless Jarl of the rumored cold-blooded Dahlsten clan. A young maiden of the southern Haraldsson clan. Two individuals from very different worlds. One night that interlocked their paths forever. Highest Ranking: #1 in Historical Fiction This story will include MATURE content, as it contains sexual scenes, possible trigger scenes and cursing in Norwegian. It is recommended for an older crowd 17+. It is not your typical Viking story, sorry kiddies. This is my first chapter story, so it will not be perfect! Consider yourself warned. Beautiful cover made by @LarissaChesser **TSVB is on temporary hold due to author's hectic life, please be considerate in comments. Thank you!

TW Sexual assault Domestic violence Highest Ranking: #4 in Betrothed. #7 in Viking "I told you not to move," the brute said as he turned back to her. His face was blazing as he took her in. She had disobeyed his order. The brute took several long strides before kneeling beside her. Aila tried to bat away his hands as they reached for her. He wrapped one fist around both of her wrists to stop her from hitting him. "Nay!" He demanded. Another figure moved closer. A brute with short black hair and harsh jawbones. He was broad shouldered- not quite as burly as the first man- and muscular. He wore similar clothes but of darker colors. "She is a pretty one," he said with a devilish smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. He walked through the grass, his boots thudding loudly. "You planning to share?" "Nay!" The brute holding her said with such force. She shuddered at the authority he used. "She is mine!" "No," she protested with a hoarse voice.