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Goddess Of War

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~" She is the poison running through my veins. An addiction I cannot break, so sweet yet toxic. A beautiful creature with a ruthless heart. A true warrior, she holds nothing back in battle." He spoke softly, bright blue demon eyes, shining brightly around the poorly lit tent. "But shall she side with you?" The king ask, leaning forward to the evil man in front of him.

"She will not have a choice. He broke her heart. My revenge will be her's." Those same demonic blues lighting even brighter, than before. He remembers her movement on the battlefield, the way her blonde hair danced in the wind. The way her blue eyes shined with a blood thirst that stirred a deep feeling low in his stomach.

Oh how he missed her! 

He let an evil smirk formed on his lips. "Besides, she made me a promise years ago." he stated licking this full lips. ~

Ase danced her way back to her kingdom, ruling with an iron fist. She was once ruthless on the battlefield, however after being broken in Kattegat, she was heartless now. She hasn't aged much, though her locks are now smooth, new men surround her. Her army is well sought after by many. But after years of raiding alone, one man walks into her life with an offer she can't refuse.All Rights Reserved

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VIKINGS IMAGINES by 4veslil

Just a few little imagines. Add a little bit of oneshots. May include a bit of Hvitserk, who knows. Maybe throw in some of Heahmund. I will be accepting requests. It will always say completed, but I will still update on here now and then. I'm not scared of writing the dark stuff. I probably won't do smut...

Rewriting MY Fate by Rhythmauthor

" she was telling him about her class crush where he was adding that person's name in his torturing list " Spoiler: ~ It's all his plan... I guess... but why me? What's going in God's mind that I have to face this? I-I wish... I could make everything all right from things started turning wrong way. I-am not able to see anything... is this my end? Is this is how my live is going to end? In such pathetic way? I blinked my eyes my head hurts like a bitch! My vision is getting blurry... I-I want to see my father last time... Mumma... Papa.... the only thing I can see is their corpes lying on the floor with blood pool surrounding them. I can't get up... I want to help them, but only thing I can do is to lie down on the floor and see them suffering, damn... my vision is getting more blurry I can't feel anything around after something big hit my head from behind... M-my father's most trusted men shoot him and mom in front of my eyes... they are no more just because of that sick bastard! My throat is getting dry... I saw a man running towards me... who is he? Why is he crying? Wait... Raghuvendra? Why are you crying after killing my dad.... my whole family.... I-... why am I in your arms in my last time? All I can see is regret, love, sadness, revenge in his eyes what's going on... what is his plan... why are you stroking my head Raghav? All I can see is his Rudraksh bracelet in his hand which was stroking me is now shining... what's going on? God? Raghav? Am I going to Die like this? Hey Bholenath I .... I just want to make everything all right... I just want a single chance.... Please Go-.....

SiyaRaghuveer by SunlitScribe

When She lost everything he came into her life as a new found light or that's what she thought but at the end he even made her lose herself...But is this the real end or there's something more to this story of a unloved bride. . . . "Please humne kuch nhi kiya...ple..ase mat..ki..kij.iye ye humare saa.th", she pleaded, her hands bleeding tied in the chains tightly. Her face covered with blood and tears. Meanwhile the eyes she stared through her lashes held only anger and hatred with not even a slightest glint of remorse. "Tum jaise ladki ko bazaar me 2 kodi me bechte hain log...Humne tumhe sar pe bithaye aur tumne...Tumhe biwi ka darja dekar sabse badi galti ki hai humne apne jiwan ki." With this he tightened the chains that tied her legs. He left without even sparing her a glance. She lied there lifeless. It felt like somebody has poured acid in ears and then and there she lost the only one she had...herself. . . . "Paas mat aana humare...Dur ho jaiye humse" , I screamed as I slid back across the floor , he advanced one step at a time, his pace steady and purposeful. "Bas karo jaana aajao apne asli jagah pe wapis", he said with a devilish grin that can take out even a dead soul out of the grave... He grabbed my ankle and pulled me, as I landed on his arms he said with possisveness lacing his tone..."And your only right place is here, jaana, right here in my arms..." "I failed you before, Siya. Now, I'd chain you to the bed if that's what it takes to keep you with me," Raghuveer murmurs, his eyes burning with an intensity Siya has never seen. . . His love, once neglected, has transformed into an obsession so intense it threatens to consume them both. As he fights to keep her by his side, she must decide if this newfound passion is something she can still embrace-or if it will be the force that tears them apart. © 2024 Siyaraghuveer. All rights reserved.

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.

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.

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.

Revenge is Killer by Peace_Love_Passion

Two powerful men at each other's throats to get back for what the other did, except the cycle just continues. It never subdued, war, death, and anger stayed at the forefront of everything. Not until someone comes and changes the game. ~ I was so confused. I have two mates? The king was about to lunge at his brother, but I stopped him. "Stop. I need to think." I said holding my head. I could see the hate in the boy's eyes. Perhaps I can use myself to get them to makeup. "I need to hear the story again, with detail, both sides, no lies." I asked desperately, I was confused. Maybe this was my job, to make them forgive each other somehow through me. "Brother I think you should go first, you did with everything else." The king clenched his teeth and his eyes flash red as the man plopped himself down on a chair. "Sir I would prefer if you told your story first. I have already heard it from him." I tried to step closer but the king snatched me back not wanting me to go near him. My heart felt as if it was stabbed and I leaned over in pain. "If I don't mark her soon, she won't survive her body will think I am rejecting her. I don't think she can survive one." I could see the concern in the other eyes. His grip loosened and I was carried to him and placed in his lap. I was relieved immediately. I looked up to him and admired his features, they were almost exactly the same as the Kings but his seemed a slight bit milder. "What beauty you have my dear." He spoke softly. I snuggled closer to him, loving the comfort he gave me. I felt the urge to have my body pressed against his as it held mine perfectly. Hugging him as I felt his smile in my curly hair. "You're as pure as an heart can get, as sweet as honey from a hive, as beautiful as Aphrodite herself." He brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my collarbone. "Fuck." He whispered as I shivered from the pleasure. "Your skin is like silk on my fingertips, velvet on my lips."

The Game of Predators and Prey by dc_9909

Ivar the Boneless. A name that brought fear to anyone who heard it. He was ruthless and cruel, lacked any sort of empathy. But a strong hearted, stubborn new girl was determined to not just be his wife that would bear him sons. No, she was determined to challenge him, prove to himself there was more then just power and hate. Would she be able to show him what love meant? Or would she crack under the pressure? Melti wanted nothing more then to go home. After promises were made between her father and Ivar the Boneless. She was stuck in Kattegat, with no friends or family. She did not wish to be another pawn to Ivar's plan but slowly the trauma and stories behind Ivar's past started to make sense to why he was the way he was. Even sharing her childhood stories with him, making there bond stronger. But he was playing a game of cat and mouse with her. Was everything he said true? Or was it all part of his sick game? I do not own the Viking plot/characters. Or the images used. Credit to the show. As the ideas and OC's were only my creation

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

"I don't want to be what everyone else wants me to be. . ." I breathed while looking out across the camp. He looked out to the camp once again and sighed heavily, "The world, the gods, and people are. . . tricky things. My brother wants to be king but I - I just want to live and be happy." He lifted his head. I turned to face him as he placed his hand under my chin, "I just want to love." King Ragnar Lothbrok nears death as those around him seek his leadership. The son, the Queen, and the King. The Bear betrays the Raven and the King hides away. The merciful falls yet again deeply in love. (Season 4A of the T.V. show of The Vikings) *I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS FROM THE SHOW*

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

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