Fafnir Norse Mythology Novels & Stories

I leaned forward, my brows furrowing, and stared at the screen. Everything we’d learned at the academy had indicated that Fenrir was a wolf, not a shifter. He was the offspring of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Angrboda, a giantess also known as the mother of monsters. The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other.

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

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

As if the Earth's silence became their own, the group of water fairies that stood behind me quietly dispersed. I turned around and looked at the small group of fairies, dragons, and werewolves that were my friends and family. Thankful that we all made it to live another day. Fafnir quickly came up to me and wrapped me in a big hug. "Well, it was nice meeting you rain drop. But I need to get the flying fuck out of here. There are things that need to be taken care of back home." I chuckled at being called a rain drop. I guess it's fitting, being the fact that I'm a water fairy and about a third of Fafnir's height. As much of a pain in the ass as he could be, he really did have a big heart.

"This one, yes. But so much of humanity's understanding of the supernatural is misremembered bits and pieces from the time when we lived in something like harmony... The time before the Moon Wars." I hummed. "You think you'll figure something based on how it was remembered?" "Basically. It's a shot in the dark, but I have to start somewhere." "That sounds fascinating. What myth are you reading about right now?" "I'm researching the story of Ragnarok, specifically Fenrir's role in it," he explained. "It's a captivating tale, a significant event in Norse mythology." "Why?" He smiled. "My ancestor, the first black wolf we know of, was named Fenris. It's an alternative name to Fenrir, a premier

Who the fuck is this bastard. ‘Who is this jackass Duron?’ I link him and hope he has a clear enough head to respond as he can see the damage he is causing. ‘Fenrir son of Loki the god of mischief.’ Duron links back, growling. Great this asshole comes from the gods. Cyrus

"If I hadn't secretly shattered the falling boulders of that avalanche five years ago, you would have been nothing but minced meat. You still think you were the one who saved me to this day?" "What?!" Kyle collapsed flat to the floor. Just then, a tall figure stepped out from behind me and placed himself between us. Fenrir. The most powerful God of War of the North, and also my fiancé. He wore heavy silver armor and looked coldly at Kyle on the ground. The murderous intent pouring off him was so terrifying that Kyle lost control of his bladder on the spot. "This is the piece of trash that made you waste five years?" Fenrir's voice was low as thunder, thick with contempt.

, 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

His voice was a low, deep rumble in the morning air. "I am," I said, my voice just as flat. "The black one," he said, patting the neck of the beast on his left, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bitch. Her name is Hela. She will try to kill you." I just stared at him. "The one on the right," he said, patting the other, "is a high-strung, ill-tempered, murderous bastard. His name is Fenrir. He will kill you."

He seems more interested now that he knows who the girl is. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. And if something isn’t done, the two packs are heading for war.” The councilmen start whispering to each other. “We have heard what you’ve come to report, but we will need time to look into these claims ourselves. But know we are taking this very seriously. A war between two large packs needs to be avoided at all costs.” Fafnir says. After that the meeting is dismissed. I can finally head home. I’m walking out of the meeting hall when Fafnir stops me. Fafnir is the third son of another large pack. He’s surprisingly younger than I thought he’d be, but still a bit older than I am.