Berserker-born
On the cold coast of northern Scandinavia, a princess awakens to a savage legacy-and is hunted by her own people.
My entire life has been a lie.
Princess of Lofoten, heiress of Borg, Jarl of Hålogaland one day-none of that is real.
The truth is … darker.
When I learn who I really am, it awakens something within me.
Something frightening.
Something violent.
I've always had a temper. There's enough young men with missing teeth who can attest to that.
But this is different.
This rage. This hunger. This intense thirst for blood.
I'm losing control-and people are dying.
Those who loved me now look at me with fear in their eyes.
They whisper about me. About my father. About the sword he left behind.
A cursed sword that demands bloodshed.
Tyrfing.
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Berserker-born
Berserker-born
On the cold coast of northern Scandinavia, a princess awakens to a savage legacy-and is hunted by her own people.
My entire life has been a lie.
Princess of Lofoten, heiress of Borg, Jarl of Hålogaland one day-none of that is real.
The truth is … darker.
When I learn who I really am, it awakens something within me.
Something frightening.
Something violent.
I've always had a temper. There's enough young men with missing teeth who can attest to that.
But this is different.
This rage. This hunger. This intense thirst for blood.
I'm losing control-and people are dying.
Those who loved me now look at me with fear in their eyes.
They whisper about me. About my father. About the sword he left behind.
A cursed sword that demands bloodshed.
Tyrfing.
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On the cold coast of northern Scandinavia, a princess awakens to a savage legacy-and is hunted by her own people.
My entire life has been a lie.
Princess of Lofoten, heiress of Borg, Jarl of Hålogaland one day-none of that is real.
The truth is … darker.
When I learn who I really am, it awakens something within me.
Something frightening.
Something violent.
I've always had a temper. There's enough young men with missing teeth who can attest to that.
But this is different.
This rage. This hunger. This intense thirst for blood.
I'm losing control-and people are dying.
Those who loved me now look at me with fear in their eyes.
They whisper about me. About my father. About the sword he left behind.
A cursed sword that demands bloodshed.
Tyrfing.












