A Fate Inked In Blood Novel by Danielle L Jensen

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free I frowned, reexamining my poor humor. On the surface, it felt as though I’d made many concessions, but was that truly the case? Though we’d only just met, I’d spent my life sworn to Snorri as the jarl of these lands. The only thing that had…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free A stupid question, because I knew. Bjorn looked down at me, his eyes shadowed. “Very few relish the idea of being ruled.” Dragging me behind the great hall, Bjorn slid to a stop next to the entrance to the escape tunnel. “Get inside. Warn my father.”…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Except what could I do from the rooftop? The answer lay in a bow and quiver someone had left behind, likely in favor of a shield and blade. Getting to my feet, I strode to the table the weapons leaned against, slinging them over my shoulder…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free A lie if I’d ever heard one, so I didn’t bother responding. Could I jump down and kill him? I moved to the midpoint of the building to eye the distance, my heart beating manically in my chest and my palms slick with sweat. It was…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “The Ingrid that Geir is so desperate to wed that he threw his own sister to the wolves?” Bjorn snorted in disgust. “You could do better than that spineless piece of weasel shit.” It was my turn to snarl, “Bjorn, don’t be an arse!” but he…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “She will bring us battle fame!” Snorri roared. “She will bring us wealth! She will bring us power! She will bring us victory and vengeance against the bastards of Nordeland! For with her in our shield wall, we will be favored by the gods themselves!” The…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free How could he ask that? How could he ask if I was all right when my chest had been ripped open. How… The thought vanished as I looked down at my naked body, my chest whole but for a thin white scar, not a drop of…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Conflict that had driven Bjorn away and kept him away all through the feast, for he clearly wanted no part of the future his father envisioned for him. And given my own circumstances, I could understand that. Nibbling on a piece of chicken, I again scanned…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free I swallowed hard, feeling Ylva’s eyes burning into me. “You’re drunk.” “So are you.” He leaned across the table again. “Take them off, Freya, or I’ll start to wonder if you have regrets. And if you have regrets, I might start to feel differently about you.”…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free I waited for the jab to land, wanting the petty satisfaction of seeing her embarrassment, but the woman’s dark eyes only met mine with a smile. “Or he’s that good in bed.” All the other women laughed, and despite knowing the comment was foolish, it was…