Freyr Norse Mythology 소설 & 이야기

she was annoying, the look on her face purely evil, and an underlying evil intent, like a child who has just been gifted a clown by her affluent household. The look of new power, that I recognize, the type of look I overlooked on Lucius, perhaps I was so in love with him to notice how excited he was to use his new power as the new alpha. But ever since I entered LYTHRIA it has pledged my mind, how come I was so blinded? “I am Freyja,” The sound of wind followed by a powerful force surrounded us blowing away some crops as I watched the people from Daus try their best to chase after them, I stood forcing my eyes open. Abruptly the wind stopped.

I inquired, turning my face to General Rhodes. “I have a report to make regarding that, my alpha.” General Rhodes replied to me. My face wrinkled as I leaned forward on my chair. “It’s about Freya. The daughter of the traitor.” He continued, and I fell even deeper into a pool of confusion. “And how does the training have anything to do with her?” I asked him, flipping my hands and gently hitting them on my laps. “Alpha Victor. Freya is a curse to this land. Her presence alone is a thorn in our flesh, not to talk of how she is influencing the young wolves to question the pack's rules.” General Rhodes' voice came out sharp and the hall was instantly filled with murmurs.

I had already killed three of my clan’s most elite warriors by trying to prove that. The first time was my 18th birthday, Christmas, of all days. What a gift. Every year since then I’d been forced to attempt a joining. I remembered the last one vividly. Daneth, a highly revered warrior, had staked his claim. He’d been certain that it was he who would break my annual slaughter—his words. He’d been wrong. So devastatingly wrong. I could still remember his eyes as they froze in their sockets. The look a horrific combination of shock, fear, and anger. I hadn’t understood his anger. I’d warned him. Begged him not to touch me, but he’d insisted. I’d done everything in my power to dissuade them all

From realization. Freya barely heard them. Fragments of ancient memory crashed violently through her mind now. Light. Chains. A gate sealed beneath celestial fire. Something enormous trapped beyond it. Something that hated heaven. God. Freya gasped painfully gripping Eros’s arm while another wave of visions struck. Lealla standing before the seal centuries ago. The celestial elders surrounding her. Selene begging them to wait. And then— Lealla offering her own divine essence willingly to strengthen the barrier. Freya froze completely.

He glanced at Jor who was watching. “Odin.” Freya said rather strongly. Clearly she thought this a pretty damn good deal. “I want the blood oath from the three of you, and she puts gleipner on now.” He stated and Fenrir glanced over toward Hel. Max was standing behind her, and he was holding the shimmering mass that was gleipner. He’d grabbed a section of it while Jor had tried to calm Fenrir down just in case. However the entire thing was there now, and impossible item did impossible things.

She frowns at him and tries to ask with her eyes if he is all right, but he just gives her a small smile meant to encourage her to act like he isn’t there. This is her moment, there must not be any distractions. “What is Freya the Goddess of?” she asks. “She is the Goddess of fertility and life, so it is only fitting that her blessing be what welcomes our spirit into this world. This is why I have questioned your aura test in the past, no one has ever turned up with no ancestral power, we are all children of Geri and Freki, no matter how much our blood has mingled, it has all come from the same source.”

Galindra realized. 'You are filled with madness.' King Melario exclaimed, sitting on his stone-polished throne atop of a high dais. 'I cannot accept this child'. He turned his head away as Galindra looks straight at him. Her eyes got shade of purple. Those could easily daze the king, yet the sorcerer got no time for tricks. 'Everything I said is true Melario. One day the realm of Nordor will bleed from war and chaos, and this child shall bring peace and save us all from great destruction. He is the son of your late sister, Princess Linara, to Prince Menandro of Athrandur'. Galindra knelt and raised the child—a rare thing to do for powerful beings like sorcerers. ‘Here, I am, my king, humblin

“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.”

He asks. “There are many. Odin, he is the leader or king, and he has many sons but the ones we know the best are Thor and Balder. Thor is the thunder God. And Balder, the god of the light. Frigg is Odin’s wife, and Sif is Thor’s wife. Tyr is the war God, Ydun's fertility goddess, Hel rules in the underworld where the dead, who don’t deserve to be in Valhalla, go. And there is Freya the goddess of love, and hey brother Frey that the farmers pray to, for having a good year.” I say, telling him just small bits of the gods.

"What's going on that would put the Valkyries at the heart of danger?" She suddenly sensed how I was trying to game her, and then her face turned all serious. It wasn't much, but I sensed a small victory. "My name is Freya, the Goddess of Love, Sex, Lust, Beauty, Sorcery, blah, blah," Freya explained. "I also lead a group of people who can see the events of the future—here in Asgard, we call them Vovla, to everyone else, they are known as Seers. Which is what you are. A Seer."