Jormungand Jonah Novels & Stories

His green eyes were fixed on hers and in his usual gloomy voice, he whispered to her. “When I was young, I was afraid of lightning and thunder. Whenever there was a rainstorm, my mother would sing a lullaby for me. She would tell me that the big ocean waves were nothing to be afraid of. She would tell me that if I listened carefully, I should be able to hear the Valkyrie’s song through the thunder. She said that nothing bad will happen to good children. Jormungand will only take crying children and that would make me stop crying immediately.” Kail’s hair was a mess and his body was covered in sweat. He looked down at Silje and whispered, “Do you get it? Like the Jormungand, I am going to wra

I was now entirely at Jonah’s mercy. Jonah's face underwent a startling transformation. Fur sprouted along his cheeks and extended down his chin, while his teeth elongated, pushing through his gums and drooling with a grotesque slaver. His muscles bulged and expanded, causing his shirt to rip apart and fall to the ground. A menacing growl echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls. His eyes, a clear, icy blue, glared at me with a terrifying intensity. Overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, I realized I’d had different expectations of him. Jonah’s anger was palpable.

Ruth kissed her crucifix at his words, though Jenna only shook her head from side to side. Ketil made the hammer sign of Thor, while Alaric stared up at him blankly and Sigurd looked away. He preferred Odin, the one-eyed god, who had been swallowed by the giant wolf, Fenrir. The Jarl’s son felt more attuned to the defender of Asgard, home of the gods. He, too, tangled with giants. This task would be equally as hard. They had to find these slave traders first. He judged there would be time enough later to establish the whereabouts of Saffron though, if he were honest, he didn’t hold out much hope.

The Senecas are surprised but recover from the shock and launch an attack on the witches and wolves behind their back. Just as the Senecas are about to attack, Poseidon lifts his trident and without even turning his head, all the Senecas except their leader, are struck by lightning. Jormungand momentarily halts to assess the situation. At the same time, I guess he realizes that he has erred. He took everyone lightly thinking that they were mere humans.

Jonah POV It's three in the afternoon when I finally leave the packhouse. I glance to find ten missed calls from the douche who put me in this position. Going to the treeline behind the house, I quickly disrobe behind a tree, shoving my clothes into the bag I bring whenever I come here. My bones break and reform as I shift into Thor, a massive white wolf with a black paw and patches over his left eye and right ear. Thor's eyes are such a light blue they are practically silver. After stretching and shaking out his fur, he picks up our bag before sprinting into the forest toward our territory.

They were chaos themselves! “Those are the chaos beasts,” Reiki answered. “The Wolf that devours the world, Fenrir.” “The snake that constricts the universe, Jormungandr.” “And the giant whose flames act as a furnace for the universe’s destruction, Sutur.” Mane’s heart trembled as Reiki told him the names of the beasts. They carried power like no other. Their aura combined, was comparable to that of the Reaper! How significant was that! Even the Watchers could not match up to the Reaper; yet these beasts possessed the strength of the Reaper!

She asked. "Serve him? Even if it means betraying your own son?" Derrick asked. "Plus why would Aurora Island god of war save you? What connection do you have with him?" "He's my son as well." She said, "release me from these chains then we can talk better." "No." Derrick replied angrily, "how many sons do you have, miss Gina?" Derrick asked. "There are only two god of wars in the world and the two men are my sons. I had to volunteer to be amidst the spies sent to you so I can use the medium to expose these secret to you. Don't fight with your brother, please."

"This ends here." With a final, tremendous effort, Rex pulled the last of the void energy from the godking's transformed body, channeling it through his own and into the space where Fafnir waited. The dragon's ancient power met the void energy head-on, consuming and neutralizing it through processes beyond human comprehension. The godking's monstrous form began to revert, the horns and elongated limbs receding, the cracks in his armor sealing. He collapsed to his knees, weakened but far from defeated, his crimson eyes burning with hatred.

My home burned behind us, but my spirit refused to break. Three figures stood out among the crew, their presence commanding the very air around them. Jarl Ragnar Bloodaxe, the leader, was a giant of a man with braided blond hair, a beard woven with silver rings, and eyes the color of storm-tossed seas. His muscular frame, covered in furs and leather, bore the scars of countless battles. Beside him stood his brother, Thorsten the Stormcaller, leaner but no less imposing, with wild red hair and tattoos of ravens covering his arms—marks of his connection to the gods. And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like

If Björn plans on leaving this hall with us, whenever we are allowed to leave, he must listen to me. “Calm down, my son.” A golden light emanates from the depths of the cave that is behind Jörmungandr’s large body that is still mainly in the pool. This light is bright enough to see the man as he sits near the entrance. Not enough for me to identify the man, but if he is calling Jörmungandr his son, we are not in the presence of a god.