Nordic Stories

Kai is initiated into the "The Path," the Viking rite of passage. If he survives his rite of passage he will live amongst his Nordic brothers as an elite hunter and warrior; but if he fails this rite of passage he will never return.

Fire and ice were never meant to survive together.Maeve O'Connor never expected to find her fated mate at a diplomatic gala-and definitely not the most terrifying Alpha in existence. Bjorn rules the frozen North with brutal efficiency. He wears the pelts of enemies he's skinned alive, speaks a language she can barely understand, and has a presence that makes wolves twice her rank submit. When the mate bond slams into them both, he gives her four days to prepare for her new life in the Arctic.In the land where only the strong survive, fire and ice will either forge something unbreakable-or destroy each other trying.

When mercenary Einar Steelshield sails to the frozen island of Frostheim hoping to earn a small fortune, he expects harsh winds, dangerous beasts and desperate work. He does not expect the silence. Villages stand abandoned. Snow hides old blood. Shadows move at the edge of the pine forests, whispering with voices that should not exist. And every step Einar takes pulls him deeper into an ancient story that never wanted to be found. Frostheim remembers. And those echoes are waking. A dark Nordic fantasy about forgotten legends, cursed winters and the price of surviving a land that hungers.

Professor Lukas Bondevik, tormented by a patronizing ghost, meets Mary, an American abroad student. "I'd cut my soul into a million different pieces Just to form a constellation to light your way home I'd write love poems To the parts of yourself You can't stand I'd stand in the shadows of your heart And tell you I'm not afraid of your dark." -Andrea Gibson Rated PG-13 for violence.

a commemoration of some of the weirdest, fluffiest, and angstiest text exchanges between the nordic countries. [ requests are accepted and encouraged ! some of these are mine, but i have granted credit where it is required! ]

It was a normal day. But, since that's a cliche line often used before stating that the day was, in fact, not normal in the slightest, it quite obviously wasn't a normal day. So lets start again, this time without suggesting anything strange is going to happen. There's not much worse than being proven wrong, and the sentence 'It was a normal day' was asking for something unusual to happen. Fortunately, the sentence in question was not one you'd often see outside of being the start of bad fanfiction, so it was highly unlikely that a sensible man like Berwald Oxenstierna would ever say it, and since this story focuses on him, there is no point on starting with that dreaded sentence. "It was a normal day." Said Alfred F Jones, a bored american on a completely different continent to the unfortunate Berwald. "Well what did you expect?" Asked the american's twin, the equally bored but much more sensible Matthew Williams. He received a glare in response, and there the two sat for the rest of the day while nothing happened. At the exact moment Alfred said the cursed words, on a completely different continent, a Danish man with enough hair gel in his hair to keep an Italian from running away climbed into Berwald's car and ordered him to drive.

Krigsgaldr - "War Magic" Tyr was the son of the leader in a small village of Southern Svealand. A faith that came with obligations he did not want. Freke was a wolf shapeshifter, a descendant of Fenrir some would say, and they were both loved and hated for it. Their lives were connected. As the heir of the Jarl and a Vitki in training, best friends since childhood and lovers of late they spent all their time together. But will their love for one another be weakened or strengthened by Tyr's uncles arrival, his mother's plans of his upcoming marriage and the destiny the Gods have set for them both? ------------------------------------------ This is a fantasy novel inspired by Norse mythology and the history of my country, Sweden. In this book I mix real historical facts with fantasy. This book follows the Wattpad guidelines and is not rated as mature, though there are some violent scenes and a lot of Norse religious believes in this book, polygamy and LGBTQ+ characters. ------------------------------------------ The cover is made by the talented Lotur Norn. https://www.instagram.com/lotur_norn/

You become neither here nor there. This is your funeral where you haven't quite died, but in reality, you are lost forever." I left the vibrant, chaotic warmth of Pukhtunkhwa, my heavenly province for a single purpose: to become a student in the far northern reaches of Finland, a heaven of white trees, or, frankly speaking, to help my family come out of poverty. But the Arctic silence is not just cold , it is consuming. As I step off the plane into a world of endless forests and frozen lakes, I am instantly faced with the agonising solitude of the wayfarer: a life where old bonds dissolve, and a profound sense of alienation takes hold. This is my unfiltered journey, a young man who must navigate gruelling interrogations, the kindness of strangers, and the deep, personal anxiety of giving up everything for an uncertain future. It is a story of fierce emotional endurance set against the backdrop of the ethereal Northern Lights and the tranquil town of Lappeenranta. In the stillness of the first snow, I am forced to find life's truest wisdom - not in logic, philosophy, or tradition, but in the lessons whispered by the great forests. I went looking for an education, but I discovered the only thing that could save me: The Music of the Trees. Welcome everyone to my journey.

This is a Hetalia / Harry Potter crossover (obviously). England gets a letter from Albus Dumbledore asking him, as well as many other countries, to attend Hogwarts to protect Harry Potter during his third year at Hogwarts. What could go wrong? Ships include GerIta, PruCan, SuFin, DenNor, and SpaMano.

Cursed by the Norns themselves, Phyta was born beneath the shadow of an ancient prophecy-a thread of fate spun long before her first breath. When her bloodline is condemned for birthing a firstborn daughter, her family's death awakens an eternal curse: to die, to live again, and to wander through countless worlds, wearing countless faces. Each time she awakens, the tongues of men and the shape of the earth have changed. Yet one truth remains-the curse of the Norse land clings to her soul. To save her kin from the endless weave of rebirth, Phyta must seek the key hidden deep within her spirit. But to break the thread of fate, she may have to unravel herself completely. A tale of worlds, deaths, and destinies - where every life brings her closer to the meaning of all things.

While never living normal lives, Denmark, Norway and Iceland try to act as much like a family as they can. Occasionally, once every few years, they will meet at their common cabin and spend the entire day together. On this day, everything was going better than planned. Denmark left to retrieve the meal they had been craving, but when he didn't return their worlds were turned upside down. Disclaimer, I do not own the Hetalia franchise, all rights belong to Himayura Hidekaz.

The tale of the Red Dragon King Hiryuu and the Four Dragon Warriors has passed on through the ages, but what about the story of the Valkyrja? Zeno x OC I did switch up some things, so yeah there were VERY minor changes and the title was renamed to a better name and chose a better story for my oc and Zeno MIGHT appear OOC at some points, but that is because I do see him as capable of acting in such ways and makes sense because of how he is portrayed as throughout the manga.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia nor some of the fanarts I use for my images, and you belong to whoever you want to. I own my story. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

(F/N), due a stupid dare she shouldn't have listened to, ended up drinking four glasses of alcohol and got incredibly drunk. So who's going to look after her and make sure she gets home safe? ~~~ Cover made by me Picture not mine Hetalia is not mine

Welcome back everybody! This is the sequel to 'This is a Dream, Right?'. After many requests of making a sequel, I decided that you've all waited enough for your happy endings! Get ready for some "new" surprises! ;)

Random shit

Eir was born with a quiet fire, one that flickered through runes, danced in her dreams, and whispered in the bones she cast. A seer before her time, she never knew her power had a name. She only knew the dead spoke, and the gods listened. Her brother, Leif, was all fury and steel. Crowned by firelight and destined for glory, he grew into the kind of man people followed. But as children, he shunned Eir, mocking her for being a girl too drawn to shadows and silence. Until the day the truth changed everything. The day he saw death reach for her... and flinched. Now, grown and blood-bound, they fight side by side: a mortal leader sworn to the gods, and a sister marked by them. But no one outruns fate. Not the king who prays with every blade he draws. Not the girl who speaks with spirits but doesn't know she is one. Not the dead god's daughter... bound for Hel, whether she wants it or not. From frostbitten fjords to burning halls of war, Ash and Frost is a saga of loyalty, love, legacy, and loss. A tale of two siblings, one legend, and a destiny steeped in bone.

Contains a ton o' different one shots. From rare pairs, to France X Baguette you can find it here lads. Beware, this contains smut before proceeding. Warnings should be before the chapters when 18+ occurs. But, this is still a warning incase said chapeters do not.

Lukas, a boy who has no home is often looked down on by society as a freak. As rumors around town say, he knows Witchcraft. No one dares to offer him a helping hand, even though he is merely ten years old. A starving child on the street, Lukas is picked on often and no one helps him. "It was 'at old freak Lukas. 'E was always talkin' about 'imself like there was somebody wit' 'im an' actin' all strange-like... An' now I gone an' seen him pourin' col'red light from 'is 'ands like some firework show or summat. I always knew there was summat wrong wit' 'at boy from the day I laid eyes on 'im! No friends an' always alone, sulkin' 'round the streets wit' 'at strange look on 'is face. Sure enough, he learnt in witchcraft!"