"Bad move," he murmured between his teeth. Ivar was ready to kill her. He was slowly reaching out for his knife which was behind his belt. The girl made an unexpected move. She stretched out her hand and threw away the axe as far as she could. She passed out right after.
Iona is a princess who dwells in the spoils of life, considering her simplicity yet ravaging demeanor. One day, everything changed when a group of vikings step foot on their soil. considering that those times, disputes and contraventions took place in both areas. They took vast amounts of fortune and slaves away, not...
I was born human and I always thought that I would leave this world one; but I was wrong. And it all started in the year 866; the year the heathens, the Vikings, arrived in England and attacked the village I called home. 866 was the year I and the ones I loved died; the year where my story began, but not when it ende...
Bram, a cocky Viking, must battle feisty Irish Kaireen for her heart.
Brynhild just wants to be a raider, but her status as a woman cannot allow that. Instead she'd must make everyone believe otherwise and prove herself, while there is someone who threatens all her plans...
Author Note: If you have already read my story 'The Northman's Bride', this is the same story with no changes or edits. I have written a full length novel, book 3 in my Sons of the North series and have decided to use the title 'The Northman's Bride' for it. I apologize for any confusion. What would you do with only...
A woman heads to Scotland to visit with family and enjoy visiting Castles and Historical sites. Walking into an old stable at a Clan MacLean Castle, she realises it is a doorway to the past. NB: Now I did do my research on old Scot language and phrasing, via the web & with true Scots, so bear that in mind as you read...
"Forgive me God for I have sinned. I allowed a Northman's lip to touch my own, to touch me neck and travel the length of the sensitive skin. My blood writhers, yearning for his touch. A quenching urge for desire and O'Lord, my eager flesh burns with raging fire." When the powerful Jarl, a ruthless and merciless Viking...
I was no longer safe in my own I no longer have a home, I am nothing but payment to these monster to protect my old home. I will never give him my heart I will lock it up and let it die before I give it away.
