This book is now available on Amazon and unfortunately they won't allow me to put it up elsewhere for free, not even the unedited draft. Sorry! The Vikings! Aelswyn had heard about them, all the tales of their barbaric behaviour, the rapes and pillages, the massacres, the burnt villages. But she never thought they would dare to attack her father's stronghold. And that they would succeed...

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...

When Vikings are seen off the shore of a small town in Ireland, seventeen year old, Clare, is determined to drive them away. Being clever and strong-willed, she makes a courageous attempt to protect not only her village, but also herself. Though, this brave action only fuels the attraction of the Jarl who takes her back to Norway as his future bride.

[2018 Watty's Shortlist] In a brutal world ruled by cruelty and power, Aiya is nothing more than a slave-her life defined by servitude and pain. But when her ruthless Lord betrays her and Northumbria falls under siege by Norse invaders, Aiya's life is shattered once again. Captured by the fierce warriors from across the sea, she is thrust into a harrowing journey that will test her resilience, force her to face unimaginable cruelty, and confront a destiny she never believed possible. Ragda, the rightful son of the Jarl Lowzow, and his volatile half-brother Dagr lead their warriors on a raid destined to glorify their names. Confident in the favor of their gods, they're unprepared for the chaos that follows when they encounter the fiery slave girl who challenges everything they thought they knew. A gripping tale of fate, revenge, and an unlikely spark of love that could either save them... or destroy them. [A FORMER WATTPAD FEATURED STORY] A Viking's Rage,Part I Copyright ©2023 H.H.Cook ® All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced. Some mature content.

What would you do if your world was turned upside down in the blink of an eye? When Astrid's peaceful home is raided by the Vikings at only fifteen, she is taken as a slave for the Earl in Norway, where she grows into a fierce, independent young woman, who remains in bondage. In preparing to raid, the Earl calls for additional forces from Sweden, led by his powerful and selfish son. Upon his arrival, he bargains with his father, whom he soon buys Astrid from, making her a promise of freedom under one condition-to fight in the upcoming raid. After agreeing, Astrid soon learns what the price of freedom really is... Go with Astrid as she fights the battles within her wits, life, and love to survive in the brutal Viking world. ----------- *This story is completely fictional. The story, along with any names and dates, is entirely made up from my imagination. It is also unedited--mistakes will be found. **THIS IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING RE-WRITTEN. ***I wrote this in 2015 when I was sixteen, so it is in desperate need of revision. (Please overlook the mistakes.)

When Katra was six years old her father married her to Arne. She grew up knowing his name and having flashes of him in her memories. Now he is back and ready to claim the child he left. Arne had returned from making new trade. His child bride is now grown and it is time to claim his bur. When Arne rides into the courtyard he is surprised to see the young child who showed promise of beauty grown into more then he thought could ever be. Arne is Jarl ready to claim his bride. A warrior ready to claim what is his. Katra is a princess. A shieldmadien. Arne has no idea of the fierce wife he will face. Yet in the forest there is a dark force that will the see the couple fall so that he may claim the shieldmadien as his. Will he win?

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.

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.

Abducted by the Vikings, Emma, a young servant with a troubled past, is mistaken for a noble woman and held for ransom. But what will become of her when they discover the truth?

Completed 12/26/2019 1# norse 11/17/2018 1/31/2021 8/9/2021 9/10/2021 6# 1/19/2024 1# vikings 11/18/2018 1# viking 10/1/2020 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> During the Viking Age, sagas and men whispered of magical beings, lurcing in the woods. Men with the capability to take the form of a wolf, and hunt as such. Surely this could not be true? They were called ulfhednars, and Iona would soon be proven just how real they actually were. <><><><><><><><><><><><><> Sold to the Jarl, tortured by the Jarl, cast aside half dead, by the Jarl. Iona's life was not easy, and it only got harder with the loss of a loved one, and a baby on the way with a man she despised. Events take place, and she begans to find out just how much she has been living in a lie. Relatives she did not know she had find her, and give her the salvation she dreamt of for so many years. There is also a man, filled with power, with dark hair and bright blue eyes, giving her longing, loving looks. Why does he hide in the shadows and not show himself? What does he have to hide, and why do people pretend like there is nothing to be conserned about?