Freyr Norse Mythology Novels & Stories

he asks and I look down and fidget with my fingers and bite my lower lip until I taste the metallic taste of blood. “He is the hound of hell, the son of Loki and the giantess Angrbooa. The brother of Hel herself.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Well, that’s the myth. But no, have you heard about the Moon Goddess, Selene?” Yes, I have. Nodding my head. I’m not lying. I’ve read books about werewolves and their deity, Selene. “Well, Fenrir is the twin brother of Selene. Now he isn’t the hound of hell. He is the God of hell. The Harbinger of Death.” Why is he telling me this?

Yes, I was a child of a god, possessed of magic, but Freyja was a goddess of war. It made sense for someone like Tristan to accomplish the deeds the seer had described being a child of Thor god of battle and Bringer of justice but instead, his only role in the foretelling had been to create the fire that would disclose my name. Which…had happened. It made me question if Alpha Orion’s theory was correct. Did the gods see Tristan’s fate linked with mine? Nibbling on a piece of chicken, I surveyed the crowd for Tristan, but my thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice.

They lived underneath the world tree and wove the tapestry of fate. Nidhogg (or Níðhöggr, meaning ‘curse striker’) was the dragon-like creature that gnawed away at the very roots of the Yggdrasil—the World Tree (the tree that held the various worlds of the Norse cosmos). In Norse mythology, Nidhogg was the primary malefactor among the many serpents and giants, and as such, his name meant ‘he who strikes with malice.'

About the child of “blood and dusk.” Sura’s expression darkened. “She has no right to return,” the oracle said. “She broke her own oath long ago.” Freya turned to her. “What oath?” Sura looked down at her hands, as if remembering something too heavy to say out loud. “She was once like you, Freya. A Godwolf. A child born with power beyond the body. She fell in love with a Nightfang, the last of their kind. Together they swore peace. But something shattered between them. And when it did… Liora cursed her own bloodline.”

“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.

“Who, according to myth, will one day devour the sun at the time of Ragnarok and kill Odin, the god-king.” “Sun?” asked the wolf. “I am not sure what it is. Or why I must eat it.” “How about Amarok?” Freya pitched in. “The legendary giant wolf who stalked and killed humans in the night, as punishment for their… foolishness.” “This, I like. Tell me more.”

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.”

Then I heard it the hissing chant off in the distance (what did it mean). Skoll is the name of the wolf Who follows the shining priest Into the desolate forest, And the other is Hati, Hrodvitnir's son, Who chases the bright bride of the sky. "They are the two wolves from norse mythology one who chases the sun and the other one who chases the moon, ragnarok starts after one eats the sun and the other eats the moon and the world serpent eats Thor and Fenrir will swallow Odin" Lagertha tells me

So, seeing him sitting dazed on the woodland floor, cradling his torn-up and bloodied arm, I knew instantly that something wasn't right. The moment I gazed into that mega wolf's eyes; I knew it was Freya. I mean it had to be, or at the very least another hunter. See, it had eyes exactly the same as our own. They were ice blue in color, and they had our signature white vortex swirling around the pupil. There was no way that any hunter could say that they didn't recognize them eyes, we all have them just before we ascend.

Coraline said cheerily, but Evan cut her off, “Mom, we don’t have time. Something’s wrong with Freya.” “Okay, one sec. I need to call the others over and put you on speaker.” She called out for Savannah, Sam and the twins. “Okay, Son. Go ahead.” “Freya let out a sound none of us have heard before. Then she flew up into the sky, had a light surround her, and then she hit the ground like a damn meteorite,” Evan explained in a ramble.