The Vikings Names

=== WSA 2025 === Way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals. And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army. Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too. My Talent's Name Was Generator. Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like. So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me? Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back. I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls. Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D

He was just a business student until a glitch during his thesis presentation pulls him into 1950s England. Now, everyone believes he's a genius detective—Catch Everard. With no memory of this life and no idea how he got here, Catch must fake his way through crimes, secrets, and shadows. But he’s not the only one lost in time. Others like him begin to appear, and all are after the same answer: how to get back. In a world of lies, the greatest mystery is his own identity.

The fjord, the calm sea, reflected the leaden clouds in the sky, and flocks of ravens circled back and forth, indicating that a biting cold wind was about to blow south. This is the first scene that the protagonist sees when he travels to Northern Europe in the 9th century AD. He becomes an ordinary self-taught farmer who has only a barren and abandoned wheat field. For hundreds of years, the glory of the Roman Empire crumbled to dust, the world fell apart, and kings fought each other. In this turbulent and dark Middle Ages, his first task is to survive, and then find a way to put an end to this chaotic world...

In a world ruled by sword and will, Fortis Lactresia was never meant to stand out. Born into royalty but overlooked, he walks a path no one else sees. As monsters rain from the skies and kingdoms crumble under hidden rot, Fortis awakens a power tied not to the blade, but to the mind — a force no sworder understands. Calm, unreadable, and carrying the weight of a nation, Fortis doesn’t seek power for pride... but when he moves, the world follows...

The Shadows Beneath My Name At just 20 years old, Patience Adeyemi had her life neatly arranged—second-year university student, raised in a loving Christian home, and engaged to the man she believed was sent from heaven. But everything crumbles in one night. On her birthday, Patience discovers the unthinkable: she’s adopted. Before she can make sense of this revelation, an even deeper wound is uncovered—her fiancé, the man she trusted most, has been keeping secrets that cut through her like a knife. Suddenly, the people she called family become strangers. The love she built her dreams on turns to dust. As heartbreak collides with academic pressure, peer influence, and a crisis of faith, Patience begins to lose her sense of identity and belonging. But in the silence of her shattered world, she begins to hear another voice—the still, healing voice of God. As long-buried truths come to light and pain gives way to purpose, Patience must decide: will she allow her brokenness to define her? Or will she embrace the deeper truth that her identity is not in bloodlines or broken promises—but in the One who never lies? Shadows Beneath My Name is a stirring Christian fiction tale of betrayal, discovery, and the redemptive power of grace.

**An emperor who refused to rule with blood. A prince who refused to love with restraint.** Elliott Lancaster, the gentle Emperor of a fractured empire, has spent his life avoiding war-and his father's attempts to force him into a political marriage. Instead, he adopted an orphaned noble boy, Aiden, raising him as both heir and unlikely companion. But their bond was never that of father and son. Aiden Lancaster, the perfect prince in court and a storm of violence on the battlefield, has waited years to prove himself. He is devoted to his adopted father- some might even say, too devoted. Still, up till now, he was restrained by Elliott's desire for peace, despite their enemies poking them again and again. But Aiden's patience had its limits- but this underhanded tactic was the straw which broke the camel's back. Now unrestrained, he wages a war so brutal it shocks the empire. When Elliott awakens to find borders redrawn in blood, he must confront the terrifying truth: the boy he raised has become a conqueror, and his devotion has twisted into something far more dangerous. As court factions' scheme and the temple condemns their unnatural bond, Elliott faces an impossible choice: maintain his morals and risk losing Aiden or embrace the ruthless love of the man who would burn the world to protect him.

A failed wormhole experiment stranded Gilly in a realm beyond comprehension—Elador, a land where magic reigns and strength determines fate. Her memories fractured and her body altered, she wakes in the strange town of Elnor bearing pointed ears, glowing eyes, and a face she doesn’t recognize. The townspeople whisper that she resembles a forgotten Elven Queen, but Gilly knows something doesn't add up—she wasn't born of this world. As she trains to survive, Gilly begins unlocking abilities that defy explanation. Her journey takes her through trials of blood, memory, and will—facing monsters, both within and without. With the guidance of mysterious allies and the discovery of an ancient artifact bound to her soul, Gilly’s presence begins to stir long-dormant powers. Yet with each answer she finds, darker forces close in—fearing what she might awaken, or already has. Now hunted and haunted, Gilly must uncover the truth of who—or what—she’s becoming. As pieces of her team’s fate glimmer on the horizon and celestial beings take notice, she realizes her arrival wasn’t a mistake, but a spark. One that might reignite forgotten wars… or bring about a new era.

Mala is not a warning. She’s a reminder: If you treat a girl like she’s nothing, don’t act shocked when she becomes everything.

She is known as the undefeated lawyer who never loses a case. To the world, she is untouchable, sharp, calm, and cold enough to keep even the most powerful men at a distance. No one knows the battles she’s fought to stand where she is, or the daughter she would give everything to protect. He is a man the world watches, a billionaire whose name alone can silence boardrooms and command empires. To most, he is ruthless, distant, a shadow, filled with power and secrets. But behind the wealth and control, lies a man haunted by a single choice that changed everything. They have spent years living lives built on walls and silence, unaware that fate is quietly bringing their paths back together. When betrayal threatens to burn down everything, he has built, he hires the best defense money can buy, unbeknownst that the woman stepping into his world is the one he once let slip away. She doesn’t recognize the man before her, cloaked in a new name and a hardened presence that hides the boy she once knew. He sees her, but he doesn’t know if he has the right to reach for her again. As danger circles closer and enemies watch for weakness, they are forced to work side by side, their lives entangled in a case that could destroy them both. Each stolen glance becomes a reminder of a past neither can outrun. Each argument leaves them breathless with memories they can’t afford to remember. In the shadows of boardrooms and courtrooms, as secrets rise and sparks fly, they find themselves asking the question they both buried long ago: can love survive the damage of time and betrayal? And when the world demands their loyalty, will they fight for each other, or walk away again, all in the name of love?

There has always been a war between good and evil. Trinity Academy is at the forefront of this war, it was the key for the future of humanity. A major trigger point on 06/27/3126 YDB will begin the apocalypse as the academy for developing the new generation of heroes falls from the forces of darkness. To avoid such a calamity those trying to start the apocalypse must be stopped before they can complete their mission. The gods picked their champions to purge the plague of evil out of the academy and save the world. Except every time that date rolled around, the heroes failed. Every reset and reattempt, they failed. Nine times already. The gods now only had one last chance to reset everything. A pair of young twin goddesses out of desperation began to look outside the box for some hope of changing this dark fate. They thought that perhaps someone who never originally meant to go to Trinity Academy could be brought in to change things for the better. Someone with a different view, someone with a little experience with hero work prior to entering the school. Enter Archer Griffen, residing on the opposite side of the world he was one of the few who were directly taught by the heroes of the old generation. A hero in training through and through, albeit a peculiar one. The mad dog, the sloth, the sleuth, the tick, the nightmare, the liar, the knight, are just a few of the nicknames Archer has had fortune or perhaps misfortune of earning from his peers. The twin goddesses decide that maybe a person like him could avoid the calamity. He was never supposed to be here, and his entrance does change things, though perhaps not necessarily for the better. But who knows what damage this unexpected no-named outlier could cause to Trinity Academy. Can the boy who avoided death avoid destruction for all? Only time will tell.

Seven years ago, Luna Mendez died in a fire. At least… that’s what the world was told. But the truth? She survived. And now, under a new name, she’s back. As Selene Cruz, she walks into the lives of the very people who left her to burn—calm, beautiful, unreadable. They don’t recognize her. But their hands are still stained with her ashes. She’s not here for forgiveness. She’s here to unbury the lies, shatter their peace, and make them bleed the way she did. But when she comes face to face with Ezra Villanueva—the man who once held her heart and then walked away as her world burned—her vengeance wavers. Because her body remembers him. And worse… his soul remembers her. “You buried Luna. You should’ve made sure she stayed dead.” Some girls come back for closure. She came back for war. Because her name is no longer Luna. Her revenge has a name.

Somewhere beneath the surface, beyond the cold water and the mist, something was calling me. Something I was meant to find. The kind of thing you only discover when you’re willing to lose everything. The rain carried a name I didn’t know yet — but soon, I would learn to say it.

Dave finds James and gets his first taste of love,gets raped and hates love. Find out between James and Jasper who will make their name with Dave JAVE and who was not...

"Snarn from his world without warning, Ken finds himself a slave in a strange kingdom where his survival will depend on his cunning and ambition."

The mad woman is what she was called after a 4 years of love and admiration from everyone around her ,cause of an unwanted "guest" that entered her family unanimously and stole whatever she was promised, or so she thought and so she was sold to the title of a villainess.

In the quiet spaces between memory and longing, a young man searches for the girl he can’t forget—and maybe never truly knew. When a forgotten cassette tape resurfaces, it unlocks more than just echoes of the past. It awakens questions no one can answer, dreams that feel more real than life, and a love story written in shadows and silence. Haunted by visions, notes in strange handwriting, and places that shouldn’t exist, he embarks on a surreal journey through grief, memory, and the unraveling edges of reality. But this is not a story about losing someone. It’s about finding what remains. Poetic, mysterious, and achingly human, Her Name Was Yesterday is a novel for anyone who has loved deeply, lost quietly, and still carries the shape of someone in their soul. Some stories end. Others echo forever.

In the forgotten village of Hallowbridge, time has a way of standing still-and so do secrets. When brilliant but haunted detective Arthur Stoker returns to the place he once called home, he's drawn back not by peace, but by a letter. A warning. A whisper from the past: "Come home. You missed something." Years ago, the love of his life, Helen, vanished on the bridge that gave the village its name. No body. No sound. Just her scarf-tied too neatly to ignore. Now, with a string of new murders haunting the village and a mysterious spiral symbol appearing at every scene, Arthur begins to dig. But the deeper he searches, the more he unearths: buried conspiracies, long-forgotten crimes, and a tale that stretches back to a woman accused of witchcraft and erased from the town's memory. As the line between truth and delusion begins to blur, Arthur must confront not just the darkness around him-but the one growing inside. Some memories fade. Some names are forgotten. But not all of them stay buried.

The story follows a dysfunctional family as they go through mysterious happenings throughout their lives. As they unravel the truth about the mystery and events, they must help each other grow as well. With the cast of five family members: George Vermonte, a dad, a former marine officer. Allison Vermonte, a mom, a former professor. Icho Vermonte, the eldest son, a college dropout. Louise Vermonte, the youngest daughter, a graduating student, Todd Vermonte, a brother to George, had dementia ever since he was twenty, and their cat Whiskers, who they loved more than being a pet. Follow their story as they unravel the truth of what it is like having super powers.

He woke up in a world made of broken stories… with no name, no past, and a pen that rewrites reality. The sky is torn like paper. The ground bleeds ink. And everywhere he turns, rules try to kill him. He’s not a hero. Not a villain. Not even a side character. He doesn’t belong in the story. But the Quill of Contradiction in his hand lets him bend the plot, defy the laws, and erase even Protagonists—at a cost. Every time he rewrites the world... he loses something of himself. Hunted by gods, watched by Readers, and stalked by the Narrator himself, he must uncover the truth: Why was he erased? What did he forget? And who is powerful enough to delete a name from every story ever written? ——— A genre-bending, reality-breaking epic for fans of mystery systems, anti-heroes, and psychological thrillers. Welcome to the story that shouldn’t exist.

Maplewood Hostel had always been a place of friendship, laughter, and late-night talks. For six best friends, it was their home away from home. But as the new school year begins, an unsettling feeling lingers in the air. Strange occurrences, forgotten whispers, and unanswered questions begin to surface. Some names are remembered, some are lost to time—but one name was never meant to be left behind.

Fighting against all threats of worlds, monsters, demons and otherworldly creatures that have invaded earth. A world that was not meant for humanity to live. At least not anymore. Will the last stand and struggle of the humanity pay off in the end? .... There was 5 main characters or 5 playable characters of the game "Last Stand Of Humanity". "Mary", "James", "Ellen", "Florina" and "Ray". The character you plays will become the one with most potential to grow and the other 4 characters become npcs. It was not a particularly popular game (or so Glenn remembers it that way) but Glenn had played it a few times, then he woke up in this world only to be told it was false memories and he didn't transmigrate. But he had no memories of living in this world. Did Glenn really transmigrate or... Did he lose memories?

A boy from modern earth died and reborn in the world of sword and magic. The clan he is born into is similar to the viking warriors from earth. The boy although believing the clan to be strong, he also believe they are reckless, not to mention, the dire need of magicians to heal wounds, as there aren't many shamans in the clan. Thus, the boy made the decision to protect the clan using his knowledge and make it most formidable force in the continent. PS: I do not own the picture.

Marq is a well known author who lives a simple life. He feeds the homeless, volunteers and donates large sums of money to charity that is until his life comes to an unforeseen stop. Now floating in-between the plane of life and death Marq must pave a future for himself.

In a quiet European town, Arthur runs a small, peaceful bookstore. To the world, he is a mild-mannered man with weak eyes and a gentle smile. But twelve years ago, a war began — one that killed thousands and ended without a known cause. Now, the names are forgotten. The files are gone. But under fading chalk marks, and behind half-burned histories, the truth still watches. And Arthur… …was never his first name. Why read? A calm story hiding sharp secrets. Every page is a whisper from a buried life.

Choosing death after a fruitless final struggle, ignorant of even his own name, the child survived by the grace of his only friend who lives deep within him. Soon his eyes are opened to a world of magic, crime, and information as he refuses to play the hand he was dealt. And without a name of his own, he decides to have one of his choosing. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

The journey of an unknown boy without a name, purpose, and family. He doesn't know who gave birth to him, he doesn't even know who he is. All he knows is that he must find "Something". (A/N: First time writing, I don't speak English fluently so please help with the mistakes I made, if possible, so I can make it a book that everybody can understand. Random Word counts, I will put as many words as I can and hope you can understand it. Good luck.)