Saxon Stories

" She could feel his gaze tracing on her back, yet she didn't turn around and acknowledged she understood. She froze in her position, squeezing her eyes shut, hoping he would just go away. Praying to God like they'd taught her, pleading He would be merciful as they'd said, and when He didn't listen hoping someone else might. As if called by a church bell, Father Cuthbert turned around, draught slamming the door right behind him. In payment one tear slid down her rosy cheek. " Based on the TV series VIKINGS. Inspired by the work of @arios2004 Spoils of war.

Many people think that they are so sexy to people that they know but when I find that perfect guy that you like you always smile and say hello to that guy that you have a crush on that how many people feel

"you may have rescued me but that doesn't mean you shall receive forgiveness" -slow updates -the story line isn't set and if you have any suggestions message me!

A 7 stanza poem about the Jutish 'invasion' of Britain

Here are some short SoW fanfics, mostly ships XD tell me if you have any more ideas. These are the stories included(lol only one so far): Abbigail x Vulcannus Quinn and Twilight What if Kiyoshi never died? Lucan x Niika(Work in progress) Bus ride stories Backstage stuff Random stuff(will be updating a lot) Rendor This is a work in progress, by the way, feel free to tell me more stories, rewriting and ships! Note: not a big fan of gay ships, sorry all you Jalkar x Grim and Achillean x Ingressus fans... Plus, I live in Australia, therefore my spelling and some phrases(eg. we use kilometre instead of kilometer or mile and colour instead of color) is different from that of America. The spine of this story belongs rightfully to Black Plasma studios. If you haven't gone and subscribed to their YT channel or watched SoW, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, GO AND DO THOSE, IT'LL ONLY TAKE 3 HOURS(DIFFERENT IF YOU READ THE SOW SCRIPT)!

[ Book 1 of my "The Last Kingdom" Fanfiction series] Khaana was a rare find and a wild prized gifted to Earl Ragnar as a slave from a wealthy ruler who once considered her a prized pet. The Danes have never laid eyes upon a Black African, and figure she is a fantastical creature of lore. They are not wrong, Earl Ragnar thought she was a Elf, while his family thought she was a Shapeshifter, some even called her a Hydra. But in reality? Khaana is Nephilim, daughter of the sons of God and the Daughters of Men. More than that she is the last. She finds herself bound to Uhtred a Saxon Dane, son og her new master, after thier house is betrayed and vengeance is sought.

she was a normal whovian girl, who was too curious for her own good, and soon she would fall or is falling, it's all timey-Wimey But we know for certain that she will run and she won't ever stop

Tiffany Lincoln has an bland life, that's full of homework, surviving high school, and living in an indifferent suburban area. The only thing Tiffany has the slightest interest in is her part-time job, at Saxon's Book Trade: Vintage to New. But when a mysterious book appears at the back door Tiffany's life is changed forever. But with Tiffany playing the heroine, everyone's story is going to change forever, and not in a way that the author or Tiffany ever planned.

The land of Britain has never been one simple to rule, for thousands of years kingdoms fought for dominance between each other but when the Roman's came in, after a few tries, they dominated the centre of the country, from the south coast to the northern border of Hadrian's wall. This land, is Esma's history her ancestors battled to stake their claim and now it was her turn to make the ultimate sacrifice for the good of her people, she's used to being independant, but that was before the Roman came to claim his Rose.

This is historical- fiction from England in the Anglo-Saxon- Norman era (1066), with minor tweaks to actually make a story, about a Anglo-Saxon girl, 14 years old who's family has been lost to the war, she had pretended to be a man in order to join the army.

Dans l'ombre des montagnes rugissantes de Bordeciel, là où le vent hurle comme un loup en quête de sa proie, l'histoire des Sombrage et des Varègues se tisse avec la dureté du métal forgé au feu. Les terres glacées et brisées de Skyrim, royaume des Nordiques, sont marquées par une lutte sans fin entre l'honneur des anciens et les ambitions des nouveaux venus. Alderic Sombrage, fils de la ligne impériale et des dragons, n'était pas destiné à ce rôle. Né sous des cieux tumultueux et pris dans les filets des intrigues impériales, il aurait pu choisir une vie de paix loin des batailles. Mais il est né avec le sang du Dovahkiin coulant dans ses veines, héritier d'un pouvoir ancien que les dieux eux-mêmes redoutent. Étranger dans sa propre terre, il est un homme partagé entre deux mondes : celui des Varègues, loyaux à leur code d'honneur et à leurs ancêtres, et celui de l'Empire impérial, une nation en ruines dirigée par l'ambition et la soif de pouvoir. Tiraillé entre ses devoirs envers sa famille, son peuple et son propre destin, Alderic se trouve au cœur d'une guerre qui façonnera non seulement son avenir, mais celui de tout Tamriel. Aux côtés de sa tendre épouse, Yuko Nuinobe, héritière d'une lignée d'élite de l'Empire Tsaesci, il doit unir les forces fragmentées des peuples de Bordeciel, des Varègues aux Dunmer, et affronter un ennemi qui a longtemps été un spectre : l'Empire Médius. L'Empire corrompu, vassal des Thalmor, asservit les nations sous son joug de fer, repoussant les frontières et dévorant les âmes. Leurs légionnaires brutaux et sans pitié marchent sur les terres de ceux qui ne se soumettent pas, et le nom de Sombrage devient à la fois un symbole de résistance et de destinée.

❝I lay down at your side. I surrender.❞ Book 3. A Riley Saxon tale. The Numb series.

So I was told to share my awesomeness with the world, and so I shall. I'll dedicate "chapters" to the respective person they are about.

It's been two years since I traveled in a box that was bigger-on-the-inside, Two years since I met the man who told me what I am, Two years since my closest friend was murdered, Two years since I understood my messed-up life, Two years since I figured out what my father's real name was, Two years since my life made more sense... ------------------------------------------------------------------ Here's another Doctor Who fanfiction for all of the Whovians out there! This is my first story outside of school projects, and I hope you all enjoy them. It takes place during the Eleventh Doctor's time, after the Ponds and before Clara. Flashbacks will happen during Twelve's time, during one of his adventures without Clara. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own BBC, Doctor Who, or any of the characters other than my own. If I did own Doctor Who, I'd be adding this into the show. NOTE: Possible curing in some chapters. Also, the current cover is only temporary. If you want to make a cover for the story, feel free to do so!

Corentin de Avrenches, newly made Baron of Lynn, rides out to protect his lands from a roving pack of wolves and begins to find some common ground with the Anglo Saxons under his rule.

With the taste of blood and dirt in her mouth, Lydia began the fight for her life. She began kicking and screaming all while being dragged backwards toward the Devil's Hollow tree. Nails digging into the ground she tried to crawl while she was being pulled backwards on her stomach. Lydia's nails began breaking and ripping off, she cried out in pain. Her unknown attacker grabbed Lydia by the throat, picked her up into the air, and smashed her into the Devil's Hollow tree. Her breath caught in her chest, she began gasping for air, stars danced in her blackened vision, and loud bells rang assaulting her hearing. The hand around her throat tightened, denying Lydia the chance to catch her breath. Maniacal laughing sounded in the air around them. Lydia could not believe it, her attacker was laughing, she was dying and her attacker was laughing. Lydia is trapped in a deadly game of cat and mouse, can she win or has her time ran out?