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The Pagan Princess

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~His ocean blue eyes closed, memories flashing of the small girl dancing around the battle field. Ruthless she was, blood caked into those beautiful blonde locks, painting her pale face. Her eyes shined with delight. A true warrior, and some day....she would be an even more ruthless leader.

A smile plastered on his dirt and blood covered face. "Gunner." He breathed out pride kicking in at the tiny girl sitting around the fire, on her high from the fight. Gunner's eyes glancing from his companion back to his fearless daughter. "She will rule with greatness. Ase the Goddess of war." Ragnar smirked brightly over at his friend. Gunner's eyes gleaming with pride. "For now she's just the pagan princess."~


 Ase (ah-she) Hillevi (hi-leh-vi) Torrinstein, a name meaning god-like and happy in war. A journey begins far across the seas, Ragnar Lothbrok striking up a close friend ship with King Gunner Torrinstein, watching closely as little Ase grows into a young woman.


A/N: This will be a short story preparing for my next one, which will be much longer. Look for Goddess of War.All Rights Reserved

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Claimed by the Viking by __Jeannette__

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.

DIVINE [HVITSERK RAGNARSSON] by outlawmarston

SPOILERS (4B-6B) Hvitserk Ragnarsson was careless - a Viking through and through. He only cared for raiding, pillaging and fighting - living like a true warrior. Asta was always on the other side of the park - a quiet girl who's father was often too protective of his only daughter. But Asta forces herself into the Viking way of life, and with this meets the son of Ragnar Lothbrok. They change each other, but is changes always good?

Beinlausi by Janessa_WolfSoul

His own blue eyes sought her out with a vengeance daily and without fail. For weeks now since she had been captured as a slave and sold into the Queen's household. Many wanted her in their beds, but she never paid them any mind. A soul-piercing stare full of ice-fire was all it took for them to move onto another slave. They feared her, felt intimidated by her, slaves and men alike. Well, most men that is. His own brothers wanted her in addition to having Margrethe, but he will not let them. She is his. Ursula was hungry, wet, and cold. She knew that she is now a slave, but knowing what she did from when she was still in the 21st century, Ursula cannot help but be worried and scared as to who her master would be. Whether or not they would be kind and merciful, or cruel and abusive. A long elegantly slender hand pointed towards her chest as the Queen looked at her warmly. "Aslaug." Oh! She wanted her name. Ursula could not help the slight widening of her eyes as she figured out who this woman truly is. However, she kept it to herself as she gave her new alias. "Hyrrokkin. Mit navn er Hyrrokkin." **ALL CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN EDITED AND UPGRADED!! BOOK COVER HAS ALSO BEEN UPGRADED AND REPLACED!!**

Freya Ironside, Gifted by the Gods by stefivare

Freya Ironside grows up in the family of Ragnar Lothbrok. Her father is Bjorn Ironside and from an early age he keeps her hidden and protects her and the Gifts that the Gods have given her. Her ability in battle and her Gifts make her famous. Her early story is in these pages, following what happens to her family, from the return of Ragnar Lothbrok to Kattegat, to the Ragnarsson splitting up, to lovers, friendships, deaths and duty to Kattegat and Norway.

Vikings choose your fate Book 1 by LucyGray1864

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 - 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 by Mikaelson-x

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 | where Elizabeth life is turned upside down when she meets Ragnar Lothbrok and is forced to be a slave in Kattegat. VIKINGS SEASON ONE+ BJORN IRONSIDE

Book Three- Eira Ragnarsdottír: The Twin of Björn Ironside by KDBloom

"I used to believe that if you were family, you were accepted. The same went for your friends." I glanced over at Bjorn as he stared at the floor full of anger and regret, "In the past years, I have realized that this life is unforgiving-the gods are unforgiving." I sighed and placed my hand on top of his, "Like Father once said, unhappiness is far more common than happiness." New threats build as Ragnar Lothbrok rises to King of all Norway. Adventures rise and friend and foe both fall. Tragedy strikes when faith, trust, and friendship are tested. Life is about adaptation and choices, which will the House of Ragnar be forced to make. (Season 3 of the T.V. show of The Vikings) *I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS FROM THE SHOW*

ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀꜱ by CallsignRooster

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The German's Obsession by Amethyst_Moonn

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

Melt The Ice In My Heart | Vikings by phenomenal1500

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