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!

"You don't have to be blood to be family." Santa Carla in the mid-80's had one hell of a nightlife. It was the Murder Capital Of The World and the Boardwalk was a bright neon jewel in California's supernatural crown. That was until Max showed up to stake his claim. The locals were not about to simply step aside and let that happen however. Not without a fight. So a band of blood brothers, The Lost Boys, teamed up with an unlikely ally to defend what was rightfully theirs. That was a big mistake. Enjoy the three-part backstory of the 80's cult classic film that brought a new generation of bloodsuckers into the bright neon-infused light. Plot-holes are filled. Questions are answered. As to why the Lost Boys, a pack of blood-thirsty nightcrawlers, ended up dusted the way they did...or did they...there is only one way to crack that old chestnut. Disclaimer: I do not own nor hold any claim to the characters/concepts/plots etc. from The Lost Boys film/book/comic/script franchise. This is merely a work of fan-fiction for enjoyment sake and there is no profit being made from it. No copyright infringement is ever intended. All original characters/concepts/storylines etc. that is not found in the Lost Boys film/book/comic/script franchise however do belong to me. They will not be used/borrowed/mirrored/lifted in any way without my consent. Thank you.

Beware the roar of the 454. The Lost Boys are the lords of the Santa Carla boardwalk once the sun goes down. However, their nightlife gets interrupted when they end up saddled with the responsibility of teaching a new and confused vampire the ropes of the Undead Life. When a dark figure from David's past comes roaring into town, the Boys are left reeling in the aftermath. An age-old conflict has invaded Santa Carla's shores and everyone is gearing for one hell of an all-out fangs-bared fight. Only one thing is certain. There will be blood. So much blood. This story is dedicated to the memory of actor Bill Paxton, 1955 - 2017. Thank you for inspiring the ultimate "What If". \m/