The Viking. (A Vikings fanfic)
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I am Britton Clearvern, princess of Everstone, a small island or Vikings. I did live there until I was to marry Bjorn Lothbrok a man I despised, all he cared for was power, just like his father. I can communicate with Freya, the goddess of love, beauty and fertility. She gives me signs and protects me when I need her most. My family tougher I was crazy when I tried to tel them. By my family I mean my mother, my father, my 4 brothers and my 2 sisters. Freya tells me I'm a descendent of her blood, yet my family is not. I'm going to bring you on my journey of how I have changed history forever by proving myself worthy.
(A/n: I've been obsessed with the tv show Vikings lately so I wanted to write a fanfic about it. I hope you like it)
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Carissima
She was supposed to die by my hands. I tried-again and again. But I failed. Freya was nothing more than a target. A name on a file. A loose end that needed to be tied. Killing her should have been easy. Quick. Painless. But every time I raised my gun, something held me back. And now, she's all I can think about. She doesn't know how many times I almost ended her life. How many nights I spent convincing myself she was just another job. But when my past catches up, I'm forced to make a choice-kill her like I was meant to, or walk away before I destroy her. I thought leaving her would keep her safe. I was wrong. And when I return, she's no longer the girl I left behind. Now, I might be the one who doesn't survive.
Claimed by the Viking
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.Concluída
Fingers stained black
Many forget that the goddess of love was born from the raging sea, but she would do anything to protect her daughter. Adora was Aphrodite's last daughter. Her mother kept her hidden. But, her mother isn't the only one who can keep a secret, especially in a world where your role in society is everything. For there was a prophecy long before she was born: 'Aphrodite's last child would be the one to take the throne, Her paternity unknown. They would carve her face and never forget, for she would be the most beautiful that they had met Cursed for the same fate as her mother Forced to leave her love for another The only way she shall break this curse is if she defeats the first' "Looks like the princess doesn't need saving after all." He says, quietly enough that no one else would hear, as he draws his hand away from my arm. I glare back at him. "Maybe she never did," I walk away, not sparing a single glance back, no matter how much my body was begging me to. I fuss over my hair, pouting as I run my fingers through it to put it back into place. *A warning note* I am not an expert on Greek Mythology, but it interests me greatly. Please excuse any inaccuracies in the book, but if there are any please do message or comment it and I will see if I can change it without making such a huge difference to the plot. Also, my main character is autistic and the experience will be different for everyone. I have tried my hardest to put down on paper how I feel and how I believe others see me. So, please be respectful about the decisions my characters make as I have chosen to give them many different types of neurodivergent brains. I have tried my best to represent these in the most accurate light whilst not romanticising them.Concluída
Open for Negotiation
He watched as her eyes skimmed over his dark eyes and black hair with barely a reaction. He felt his pride twinge a bit so he went further. Lifting his hands, he let the blood drip from them. Her eyes widened slightly and her chin rose. She looked at his hands then back at him. His dark eyes gleamed in a challenge. "You've not harmed me or mine, faery." She spoke out loud. "Blood does not scare me and neither do you. Keep your dog on its leash." Then she turned and calmly walked back inside. Intrigued now, he went to the window of the house and watched as she reassured her mother that the dog was gone "I'll see you tonight, reckless child." He promised softly. **** Marcus felt himself beginning to wake and struggled to stay in the dream. But it was no use. His eyes opened and he released the pillow his hand was gripping. It was the same one that she had laid her head on every night. His head went into the pillow heavily for a moment, breathing in her faint scent. He hated and treasured dreams like that with equal fervor. He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. It had been decades since she'd been forced to break that promise. He lifted his hand and touched the ring that had been her last gift. It had been decades, but it was yesterday. ***I did not skimp on the steamy scenes so consider yourselves warned ok? There are also a few violent scenes that I'll try to remember to put a warning before so you'll have a heads up. Any of the pictures/artwork were found online so I reserve no rights to those just the story. But I do reserve all rights to the story. This story runs concurrently with "Bloody Desire" and "All Roads Lead to Rome" Awesome new book cover is courtesy of @ScarlettOlivier. She's awesome. Check her stuff out.Concluída
After-Life of Harald the Severe
This story came up to me one day about four years before yesterday. I have to accept the real and mostly true events that did happen in Paris in the year 2018. The events happened a couple of months later I wrote this fantasy! The French President was shocked himself by the events described in my book! I am sorry, dear Mr. President about those events! What's the story about? About the long-forgotten man - the last Viking, Harald the Severe (Hardrada) A piece of the plot itself: "I've just woken up from the dead. I guess I've killed my wife and let her rest in peace. Before I sucked her dry, she was mumbling some crazy bullshit about my future, the world that needed me, and other creepy things. Let her get away! She had a peeve with me and my beaten head for the whole of my life! And now I've drunk her life and blood till the last drop. I hate them both! Why am I fucking alive?" "I can now see my future. I will follow the right path. But for me, it won't be a path. It will be a highway as I am the king!" "I don't want to have a total monopoly. I want to be free. Why can't I?" "I must make everyone believe me! And then I have to betray them all. There will be no road for me but a path. The miserable end awaits anyway! Let it be if that's God's will!"Concluída
THE WİTCHES OF DEVONA
I ran as fast as I could. " you can't run away from me forever sweetheart, you are mine." He said, " what do you want from me?" I screamed at the top of my voice. I was frightened. "Isn't it obvious by now?" He asked but it was more of a statement. Suddenly, he was in front of me making me stop abruptly. He placed his hand on my face, and his fingers pierced into my skin, drawing out blood, I winced in pain. He brought his face close to mine. "You, I want you, Deva," Following that, he disappeared into thin air. My eyes flew open. My breathing was faster than usual. I had been dreaming. "It's him... Again" I whispered. "He's the one turning my dreams into nightmares." He's been doing this since the day I turned 15. I'm Deva Devona, a 20-year-old princess and the only daughter of Queen Devina. I grew up without the love of a mother. My Mother, Queen Devina, is a very powerful witch whose only worry is her kingdom. She's very powerful so she's feared by many including werewolves, vampires, and demons. Demons... Excluding the man who has been tormenting me in my dreams, even my mother fears him which means whoever he is, he's a mighty being. Little things I could gather of him told me he was indeed a very powerful person. The most powerful person in the world.Concluída
The Daring Love
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Higher Ground [DenNor/SuFin]
A Viking DenNor/SuFin Fanfiction, the fanfiction is a little bit inspired by a song. You have 3 main Viking tribes, The Bondevik tribe which is based on magic, but you also have the Køhler and Oxenstierna tribe, they are based on the strength of their men. The Køhler and the Bondevik tribe have an alliance which meant that the two soon to be tribe leaders are very close. Not far from the other two tribes is the Oxenstierna tribe. Berwald is the new leader of this tribe after his father became too old. The Oxenstierna tribe and the Køhler tribe have been enemies for as long as most can remember. Berwald's first plan is to drive Matthias [Denmark] and Lukas [Norway] away from each other so he can form an alliance with the Bondevik tribe and destroy the Køhler tribe. But everything changes when the Swedish man meets a small man called Tino, who has a lot more history then you would expect.Concluída
She was supposed to die by my hands. I tried-again and again. But I failed. Freya was nothing more than a target. A name on a file. A loose end that needed to be tied. Killing her should have been easy. Quick. Painless. But every time I raised my gun, something held me back. And now, she's all I can think about. She doesn't know how many times I almost ended her life. How many nights I spent convincing myself she was just another job. But when my past catches up, I'm forced to make a choice-kill her like I was meant to, or walk away before I destroy her. I thought leaving her would keep her safe. I was wrong. And when I return, she's no longer the girl I left behind. Now, I might be the one who doesn't survive.
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