Giantess Yor Novels & Stories

Suddenly, I felt dry clay and earth on my own palate, and spat it out in repulsion. "Look at our fingernails, Turry," Yolanda whispered quietly, so as not to offend the gods. We did: blood, dirt, bone, all under chalk white cracked nails. As if we had clawed our way out of the stony earth, a barrow mound as Ingvi meditated, erect, in utiseta, talking to the ancestors. "Yola, look," I shivered, pointing to the tallest gravestone. It was carved with Hyrokkin, the giantess who pushed Baldur's funeral pyre afloat, and rode a great wolf chained with serpents.

“Shit! This… This is a girl with the Ultimate Yin body type! I didnʼt expect this…” James had a look of bewilderment on his face as he listened to Morgottʼs desperate cries. Meanwhile, Herodias and Yegor were visibly delighted to hear what was happening. On the other hand, Lesia had moved the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell to hover above the baby. She appeared to be attracted to the energy emanated by the baby. “No! No!” Morgott shouted in a shrill voice, “I was wrong! I admit that Iʼm wrong! Let me go! Release me!”

She wore a scowl that Kronos suspected was usual for her. She had piercing blue eyes, a large nose and small rounded ears. Runes were engraved on her skin, a characteristic only those of Augar Giant Tribe descent shared. She wore a breastplate made out of bear skin. It covered the entire front and back side, but the attachment straps leave the sides under the arms exposed. She also wore a chainmail skirt and a pair of boots made out of wolf fur.

She was barely younger than Ragnar. She joined the giant who leaned over her and shouted words at her that Ragnar could not understand. The girl turned her face away, closed her eyes and timidly rested the back of her hand on her right ear to protect herself from the colossus' big postilions and his cries. The giant moved away and walked towards the cauldron, and began to rekindle the fire by gripping a trunk suspended above him to keep his balance as he leaned with all his weight on a bellows, pressing his right foot on it.