Novel & Cerita Jean Gunnhildr

Isabel on the other hand recalled the incident at the Greenwood pack. While she was in her lycan form fighting off the rogues, her vision enabled her to catch a glimpse of something from a distance. When she concentrated her vision on the object, she realized it was an extremely large rogue staring directly at her with a hostile glare, but that didn’t distract her from focusing on the war, as she killed every one of the filthy rogues she laid her hands on. But what left her flabbergasted and made her understand why they aimed for the Greenwood pack was after she was done killing the rogues and was ready to attack the large werewolf she assumed was the leader of the rogues, it reached her thr

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

But the Jayzepanese were a different story. "They're led by a man named Gunnr Sigurd," Jaime began. "He's a beast-type. Once transformed, his strength, defense, and speed are terrifying. Before all this, he studied swordsmanship, so he's deadly with blades—his attacks are extremely powerful." "Gunnr has two lieutenants. One is Astrid Frey, a woman with ice-based abilities. Outdoors, it's her domain—her power is not to be underestimated."

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

She looked at me and her lip curled. "New pet, King?" "Mate," Gunnar corrected, voice flat. "Elva Porsteinsdóttir. Treat her like you treat me or I'll feed you to the hounds." The woman: Nina, I guessed from the name tag on her jacket shrugged. "War party's coming for her. Whole border's buzzing. You sure she's worth it?" Gunnar looked down at me. That spark between us crackled so loud I swore the others could hear it. "She's worth every drop of blood we spill."