Best Books For Norse Mythology Novels & Stories

“But this is not a class on raven legends. Now, who knows what other animal Odin kept with him?” A few hands raised, and I was able to give the answer, “The wolves, Geri and Freki.” “Yes. Now,” Professor Anderson clapped her hands, “the stories of Geri and Freki link our kind to defenders of deity, along with the ravens. Others link them to the shapeshifter, Loki. Many of our Nordic brothers and sisters believe that the ancestor who gave them the ability to shift is, in fact, the god Loki through his son, Frenrir.”

I don't claim to know too much about Norse mythology, but I remember reading about this. "It is important not to mix belief and fairytales into our reality. Like we are careful not to call hamram for werewolves, superstition is also colouring the knowledge of our helping spirits. Trolls steal kids, elven girls make men drown, Christmas elves make mischief. All those things are made up to scare people to change to a new belief". Siri explains. "Like christianity did with the horned God". I mumble to myself.

"I have seen that symbol before. In old texts. Very old texts. There is not much written about it, but I know a book that might help." He pulls a thin volume from the highest shelf. Dust rains down. He brushes it off and carries it back to the table. "This is a collection of Northern legends," he says. "Most of them are nonsense. But some of them mention the symbol." He opens the book and flips through the pages. --- I lean closer. Our shoulders almost touch. I catch the scent of him—pine and woodsmoke and something clean. "There," Ronan says. He points to a page. "Look."

, Ragnar felt a secret stirring in his heart. He thought it must have been like this when the gods looked down on the world. Only then did Haakon and his brothers realize that they were powerful wizards and possessed magical secrets powerful enough to rule the world if they wanted. Only then did it dawn on them that perhaps they already did, and that the world was arranged as they wanted, for a purpose beyond their imagination. All the clans of Fenris were probably domesticated by cruel gods. The thought never left Ragnar's mind until a subtle instinct told him it was true. Didn't he ride in the car of the chosen dead? Are they not messengers of the gods? It could mean that he lived next to

Something—anything—that would drown out the him of my beast. My eyes landed on a thick volume about ancient Lycan myths. It had always been a favorite of mine, and it usually worked to quiet the noise in my head. Maybe it could help now. I grabbed the book and dropped into the nearest chair, flipping through the pages. My hands trembled slightly as I turned each page, even as the words blurred together in front of me. I forced myself to focus on the text, reading about the great wars between packs and the legends of the First Alphas.

“You are but not cause you are hearing voices.’ "My voice is called Sif." Ingrid said. "Mine is Joro." Olivia smiled. "As in Norsk mythology?" They both nodded with smiles. "Odin's wife and Thor's wife. I'm a little concerned about mine." "What do you mean?" Ingrid asked, tilting her head to one side. "Well, in Norsk Mythology mine is the Goddess of death and ruler of Helheim." I muttered, not sure how to take this information. "Hela." Olivia smiled. "It is good to have you with us Hela, thank you for protecting our pup."

“Nora, I don’t want you to freak out over this. As of right now, there is no information I have that can properly identify whatever that thing was.” “Do you think it will come back?” My heart grew heavy in my chest with uncertainty. “I don’t know. I hope I never come across it again,” I told her lightly. “Thank you for helping me find this.” Nodding her head, Nora left me to begin reading through the book. I sat down at one of the empty tables and began skimming through the pages. Most of which were in Latin, but many of the entries came with some great illustrations. Ogres, Nymphs, Warlocks, Incupi, Magicians...Demons.

Like I was shopping for bedtime stories instead of trying to decide whether my life had cracked open into impossibility. “Thank you,” I murmured. The folklore section was tucked into a quiet corner near a window that looked out toward the forest. Of course it did. The books there were a strange little army: weathered hardcovers, thin local history pamphlets, glossy paperbacks with titles involving moons and curses and women who looked poorly dressed for weather. I started with the serious looking ones. Northern Appalachian Folk Beliefs, Predator Myths of the American East, Silver, Salt, and Blood: Ritual Materials in Regional Lore. I pulled them down one by one, making a stack against my che

“Yes, I suppose you could say that. The Greeks had Heracles, which is who Hercules was essentially modeled after. The Norsemen also had their own gods.” “Norsemen?” “Vikings,” I said with a smile. “The Vikings had Odin, Thor, Loki, and so on.” His eyes brightened. “No way! Those are actual people? I thought they were Marvel comics.” I laughed. “They are, but I believe the creator must have gotten his inspiration from the Norse mythology stories.” He looked impressed, which made my heart swell. “That’s cool. I didn’t know there were so many different kinds. I’ve always kind of liked the Greek stuff. We only get like a few weeks of it in school. You teach it all the time?”

I glanced around at the strange unearthly surroundings. "Where are the boys," I asked Rai. He looked at me and shrugged. "I don't even know where we are," he mumbled, holding his hand up and feeling the air around us. "I believe that this is Helheim, you know the nine realms of norse mythology," Rai stated in disbelief. I sat on my ass and chuckled. "Damn, then the Thor movies were correct," I mumbled and burst into hearty laughter. Rai rolled his eyes and continued to explore the surroundings.