oleg viking

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

"Pequeno coelho, pequeno coelho. O Lobo está FAMINTO!" A voz zombava de mim, seguida por uma risada maligna. "Corra, coelhinha. CORRA!" Um bramido monstruoso ecoou pelo céu noturno e invadiu minha alma como uma marretada. Pude sentir um arrepio percorrendo meu corpo e meu coração batendo forte no peito. Os ecos de uivos e risadas me seguiam por trás enquanto eu corria por minha vida. A vida de Elisabeth tinha sido mais difícil do que a da maioria desde criança - uma mãe distante e muitas vezes cruel e seu ciclo interminável de vício que tinha dominado sua vida. Mas naquela noite fatídica, algo muito mais sinistro estava à espreita na escuridão, pronto para afastá-la de tudo isso. Figuras enormes surgiram do nada, rosnando e provocando-a. Ela tentou gritar, mas nada saía; antes que percebesse, estava acordando em um mundo onde lobisomens Vikings governavam com misteriosas fadas ao seu lado. A cada cinco anos, eles viajavam para o reino humano, coletando dez garotas para sua corrida de acasalamento - e nesta noite, Elisabeth era uma delas. Com apenas um vestido branco e seus pés descalços, Elisabeth ficou ao lado das outras nove garotas enquanto as feras rondavam ao seu redor de forma ameaçadora. Uma adaga de prata perfurou o pulso de cada uma, sinalizando o início da caçada! "Honramos a deusa da lua; deixe seu sangue guiar seu companheiro até você!"

"Petit lapin, petit lapin. Le Loup a FAIM !" La voix me narguait, suivie d'un rire maléfique. "Cours, lapin. COURS !" Un rugissement monstrueux résonna dans le ciel nocturne et s'écrasa dans mon âme comme un coup de massue. Je pouvais sentir un frisson parcourir mon corps et mon cœur battre dans ma poitrine. Les échos de hurlements et de rires me suivaient tandis que je courais pour ma vie. La vie d'Elisabeth avait été plus difficile que la plupart depuis son enfance - une mère distante et souvent cruelle et son cycle sans fin de dépendance qui avait pris le contrôle de sa vie. Mais en cette nuit fatidique, quelque chose de bien plus sinistre se cachait dans l'obscurité, prêt à l'emmener loin de tout cela. Des silhouettes massives apparurent de nulle part, grognant et la narguant. Elle essaya de crier, mais rien ne sortait ; avant qu'elle ne s'en rende compte, elle se réveillait dans un monde où les Vikings loups-garous régnaient avec de mystérieuses fées à leurs côtés. Tous les cinq ans, ils voyageaient dans le royaume humain, collectant dix filles pour leur course aux compagnons - et ce soir, Elisabeth était l'une d'entre elles. Vêtue seulement d'une robe blanche et pieds nus, Elisabeth se tenait aux côtés des neuf autres filles tandis que les bêtes rôdaient autour d'elles de façon menaçante. Une dague d'argent perça chacun de leurs poignets, signalant le début de la chasse ! "Nous honorons la déesse de la lune ; que votre sang guide votre compagnon vers vous !"

Halfdan Magnusson, the man who raised the flag of the greatest viking nation in history. He was their greatest king to ever live and he was their idol.

In 898 AD she wasn’t just from another land. Wrecking a marriage is generally no problem for the divorce obtaining, Lady Malice Mallender. But she faces a dilemma when she’s asked to ruin her own. Just how businesslike should she remain when the marriage was never consummated and kissing her husband leads to Sin--a handsome Viking who wants her for a bed slave in name only? She came from another time. Viking raider Sin Gudrunsson wants one thing. To marry his childhood sweetheart. Only she’s left him before, so he needs to keep her on her toes, and a bed slave, in name only, seems just the thing. Until he meets Malice. One kiss is all it takes to flash between two worlds But when one kiss is no longer enough, which will it be?  Regency London? Or Viking Norway? Will Malice learn what governs the flashes? Can Sin? Where worlds collide can love melt the iciest heart

Walk through the story of Olaf Hadarsson and his rise

In a world ruled by strength, only the bold dare to chase the gods’ favor. Dikun, the son of a humble farmer, has always gazed beyond the fjords of Hrafnsfjord, longing for the freedom of the sea. When a ruthless Jarl offers him a chance to prove his worth, Dikun steps forward — not as a warrior, but as a man determined to carve his name into legend. With no wealth, no title, and no army, Dikun must fight for every scrap of respect. He learns the ways of the sword, the art of leadership, and the brutal truths of Viking warfare. From defending his village to leading daring raids across foreign shores, each victory brings him closer to his goal. But every triumph comes at a cost, and the blood spilled on his path threatens to consume him. Through fierce battles, hard-won alliances, and bitter rivalries, Dikun’s name begins to echo across the North. From a raider with a ragtag crew to an ambitious leader of men, his rise is unstoppable. Yet the gods are fickle, and not all who seek the throne survive to claim it. With the seas calling and the crown of the Vikings within reach, Dikun must face not only his enemies but the demons within. Will he become a tyrant, feared and hated? Or will he rise as a true king, uniting the clans under his banner? The saga of the farmer’s son has begun. The North will remember the name Dikun the Stormborn.

Viking is a tale about a modern man who is forced into a Medieval world where he becomes a Viking. Adopted by a small village.

The story follows a band of fierce Viking warriors, led by the skilled and determined Yngvar, as they embark on a perilous journey along the coast of Norway. Battling treacherous seas and evading a powerful enemy force, they are on a mission to find a missing member of their crew, Thorfast, and to bring back proof of his fate. But Yngvar is plagued by guilt and shame, as the crew suspects him of being responsible for Thorfast's death and failing in their quest. As they sail along the rugged coast, they come across abandoned villages and farms, but find no signs of life or battle. Despite the danger, Yngvar and his warriors are determined to uncover the truth and will stop at nothing to find Thorfast. They anchor offshore and devise a daring plan to set fire to buildings in order to draw out any defenders, but the night passes without incident. But as they make camp and settle in for the night on the shores, they are rudely awakened by the sound of shouting and the presence of movement onshore, signaling that they have been discovered by an unknown enemy force. The warriors quickly arm themselves and prepare for battle as they brace themselves for a fight to the death. With Yngvar at the helm, they charge forward with fierce determination, ready to defend their honor and defend the memory of their lost brother Thorfast. Will they emerge victorious or fall in battle? Only time will tell in this action-packed and thrilling tale of bravery, loyalty, and the unbreakable bond of brotherhood.

Through war, flames, dragons, and utter hell. This is my tale. This is my legacy. I invite you to peer into my past to learn of my pain, my legend, and my triumph. Join me if you are willing to hear the stories of an old man's youth.