Fafnir Norse Mythology Novels & Stories

“Focus on the window. Show me where you are. I can sense you, but it’s muffled. We’ve come as far as we can on foot. If I let my dragon out now without knowing where you are, he’ll destroy everything until he finds you.” I knew Valen wanted me to say I’d forgive him if he did that and I wanted him here so bad that I almost did, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happened. My clan had done nothing wrong. They’d believed the words of their queen just as any loyal subjects would. Looking back to the window, I took in as many details as I could, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. There was snow. And more snow. Surprise. Beyond the open field there was a line of pine trees. Off in the

“Your kind is familiar with runes, right?” “Of course,” Nathan answers for both of us. Personally, I slept through that class in school. “The spell on the queen uses runes from Tyr’s aett; you’re familiar with Tyr?” Jonah pauses to check. “The Norse god of war. He sacrificed his arm to trap Fenrir,” Nathan says. “That,” I agree quietly. “Well, Tyr’s aett is all over her.” Jonah points his finger at Nathan. “And you are bound with etheric chains.” Nathan shakes his head. “I’m unfamiliar with the term.”

Switching the shower on, I strip off and step into the hot water, as Aura explains. “Fenrir has gifts. He can open a portal from anywhere, even from hell. Fen can mask his scent, he can control the storms, plus he commands the armies of the underworld. He is powerful, but...” she sighs out and I stop shampooing my hair. “But, what?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“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 scoff at the petty threat. “Do you’re worst, Beast. I am Fenrir, the God Of Hell. She is too fucking young to understand. She won’t miss what she doesn’t have. I will return it to her when she is old enough to understand.” I bite back at him and he whimpers, not for me but for Gaia.

“Ek gefþúr minn megin, minn kunnusta, minn fróðleikr.” The flames danced in the palms of my hands and I closed my eyes when I felt it swirl inside me. Karani placed her hands on mine and the flames mingled. It was an incredibly heady feeling, the power rushing through me. The flames burned brighter as Karani grabbed my head with both hands. “Mega Óðinnr gefa þú hans speki, Baldur hans nathæ. Mega Eirr’s heill vefja þú. Mega Hlínr hlifa þú ok þórr leið þú inn striith. Ek heita Forseti’s jafnaðr til rule þú ok Váli mit þér er þú leita hefndir. Ek heita fyrir Viðarr’s Þǫgn er striith ódr of þú. Með Magni’s megin ok Týr’s geisa fyrir striith, ek heita fyrir Heimdallur til munu þinn vorðr.

If the outside is so sad, then the inside could at least be cheerful, he said. Thor gave him some strength and physical skills so that he could defend himself a little bit. And finally, Heimdall, the "Guardian of the Bifrost" agreed to send Ragnar, the rejected of Asgard, to Midgard. Heimdall warns Hoder, however, that his protégé, being a Man and not a god, would take thousands of moons to reach Midgard.

Her goddess gift of strategy is about to be clutch. One of the Valkyries Gondul sent out comes streaking through the sky, landing right in front of her. “Mist!” Gondul calls, just before she lands. “Where is Hrist?” “Still keeping watch,” Mist replies. “The demons are pouring out of the gates. Fenrir is with them—leading—alongside a god we don’t recognize.” “Fenrir?” Summer asks. “You mean the Norse werewolf?” Gondul turns to us, her face unreadable. “Yes. But if you are under the All-Father’s protection—and that of your goddess—then you have nothing to fear. He cannot control you.”

That memory alone kept me from surrendering to the darkness. "Ronan is a tether to a world that will eventually hunt you down and destroy you," Fenrir snarled, his words dripping with venom and something that might have been twisted concern, as if he genuinely believed he was protecting me. He clapped his massive hands together, and the ground beneath me erupted. Jagged spires of obsidian rock shot upward, seeking to impale me like a specimen pinned to a board, like a butterfly mounted for display.

I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head. The blanket he had covering him was now pooled at his midriff, bare and chiseled body mocking me. He was leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees. The warm, orange-red glow of the fire lit up a portion of his face, casting a down shadow on the other half. "I asked you a question, little one," Gunnar said sternly, tossing the blanket away and standing to full height — becoming even more intimidating. His sweats hung low and I felt my mouth turn dry at the sight.