Romans & histoires Fafnir Mythology

I shook my head, the idea preposterous. “If Nix is real, why can’t other religions have real Gods?” My mom pointed out, making me stop and second guess myself. “How did she anger them?” I finally asked. “Fenrir; the God of destruction.” The weight of the name sent a shiver down my spine, the air becoming noticeably cooler. “Nix was betrothed to him but broke it off when she fell for Nox. Odin chained and bound Fenrir under the earth on the promise that Nix depart and never return once her human lover died.”

My body and mind are present, but I can feel the spirit push into my consciousness and take control. “Jormungandr, brother?” The voice that came out of my mouth was not mine. I would assume it was Arcas, but the voice was female. Feeling the Amory’s power, I can feel the energy and it does not feel male like I would assume Arcas would feel like. Erik’s head tilts side to side like he is trying to place the voice. Going back to my history, Jormungandr and Fenrir are brothers, but they had a sister that married Arcas. Hel is the ruler of Niflheim, but everyone just calls it Hel after her. After Ragnarök, Loki, her father, was imprisoned, and she was tasked to keep him from getting out.

Maybe she was using Kayah to ignite war on us and rogues? The history of our bloodline was that of the Goddess' disappointment. My father had told me when I was young that our bloodline was used to be the Goddess primary force and not the royal family. Over the centuries, the war between Pack wolves and Rogues raged on, destroying everything in the forest. It was a never ending war between two daities who wanted to establish power. Rogues were an advantage when it comes to brute force. Fenrir was the Gods who famously known for power who was able to kill Odin, a chief God. Despite that, Fenrir was a reasonable God. He never declare war unless provoked unlike Lunar. She was known to be proud,

The seeds of chaos, carefully cultivated and patiently nurtured, had been sown, and now, it was time to reap the bloody harvest. "My Lord," Fenrir, a towering figure of muscle and bone with a jagged scar that bisected his left eye, knelt before Ryker. His massive frame casting a long, ominous shadow across the chamber. His intimidating presence filled the room, a stark testament to his brute through years of bloodshed and shared ambition. "You summoned us, My Lord?"

he snarled and for the first time I saw past his fine and beautiful face like that of a god, I saw the monster Artemis was, I saw him for him. “Let her go!” Merona spat. “All traitors would face their fate tomorrow, for now focus on being alive,” he said and dragged me along. “No no no!” I cried and stretched forth my hand to Merona. “Freya! No oo,” she yelled. “Freya! No!” she ran after me but she was immediately nudged greatly by a warrior that sent her flying. “Merona—” “Freya!” Tobias called out to me as he watched me being dragged away.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Hel could no longer move her chess pieces when Fenrir heard from Hera. “Looks like you have found your heir after all. “ Hera told Fenrir as she peeked beside her brother. On the clear waters is a moving image of Maxine Shepard and her blue aura.

Leo chuckled at me I again got lost in my phone while we drove. I was searching g****e for things about Fenris or should I say Fenrir. All the searches and results said he’s bound until Ragnarok. Which to me made no sense since he was quite literally here on earth, the fact that all of these people or should I say Gods were alive and among us made me shiver and goosebumps appear on my arms.

I tried to explain to her. “So it seems that way, but there is a way to fix this. You are a goddess yourself, Jocelyn, or at least you have the power to become one. See, Freya rules over a realm in Asgard in a palace called Folkvangar. To be welcomed into her hall, Sessrumnir is one of the greatest honors. It is equal to being welcomed into Valhalla by Odin. When things have settled, child, I highly suggest you go to Norway and get acquainted with your ancestors. There is a pack called Kampoks pack meaning battle axe, their Alpha is Leif. This is all I will tell you, as it is a journey that I may guide you too, but it is up to you to go.” “I have a lot to learn. What about Norris? It seems t

She became mated to a Alpha wolf known as Fenrir, and together the moon goddess delivered a set of twins, a boy and a girl. After few months of childbirth, Alpha Fenrir changed towards his wife, the Moon goddess, who kept her dentity under the name Evadne. Fenrir became an abusive husband, who took delight in assaulting his wife physically and emotionally. Albeit, Fenrir had no idea whom his wife really was.