Novelas y relatos de Jormungander

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

I mumbled to myself “ Some don’t choose to be like that. Alphas have kicked out one of their own if they are a danger to the pack making them a rogue.” Pulling me out of my thought , I didn’t know he heard me “ Are you scared to be out here? You seem distracted?” He asked, crossing his arms against his chest making the muscles on his arms stick out. “ No, I'm not scared.” I groaned. “ sir!!” Yelled a voice that sounded like it was rushing this way

Great yellow-blue threaded eyes of Jormungand alit under the depths. Yola fed him another slice. He gnashed his teeth, and an earthquake hit. “Now!” Jormungand roiled and rose in a lightning split, making to swallow us. “Hurry, bind him!” Jarnja called. I did, weaving blood and ice together to form a net for the serpent god. Jarnja summoned lightning and let it hit the Pole Star. Lokabrenna, the Northern Pole Star, fired like an elven mirror, breaking the foggy dew.

Her betrayal shattered the fragile harmony, and the Moon Goddess, in her fury, banished Solmyra from the celestial plane. Exiled and stripped of her status, Solmyra descended into darkness. She disappeared from the world of light and created a realm of her own in the abyss—cold, quiet, and hidden beneath veils of ocean mist. But she was not alone. From bone and blood, she shaped her vengeance: Maeron. A cursed immortal, forged from the remains of slain wolves, fae warriors, and old gods. His body was stitched from agony, animated by a dark ritual no living creature dared replicate. He was her servant, her enforcer, her weapon.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

My body and mind are present, but I can feel the spirit push into my consciousness and take control. “Jormungandr, brother?” The voice that came out of my mouth was not mine. I would assume it was Arcas, but the voice was female. Feeling the Amory’s power, I can feel the energy and it does not feel male like I would assume Arcas would feel like. Erik’s head tilts side to side like he is trying to place the voice. Going back to my history, Jormungandr and Fenrir are brothers, but they had a sister that married Arcas. Hel is the ruler of Niflheim, but everyone just calls it Hel after her. After Ragnarök, Loki, her father, was imprisoned, and she was tasked to keep him from getting out.

I wasn't going down without a fight. Soon Tyce was next to me, and I saw the resemblance between his wolf's and Jasmine's. Both wolves were brown, but while Jasmine had a white belly and toes, his was pure brown with black-tipped fur, like a huge grizzly bear. His amber eyes glared evilly at the enemy, as he fought like a maniac. I'd never seen anything like it. In his wolf form, he was completely feral and unpredictable, ready to kill mercilessly, and I suddenly understood the reputation his pack had—they were definitely not werewolves you ever wanted to fuck with. His warriors similarly followed suit, being a huge advantage in our fight.

He got to live without it, always following him like a shadow. "Exactly." I nodded, finishing my drink. "You aren't looking at it the same way as I am, Androkles." he sighed. "And how are you looking at it?" I cocked an eyebrow. "Born of lightning, we know that part is referring to being the son of Nikos." He began his breakdown. "A destroyer emerges. That could just be speaking that you would become Ares. As God of War, he is often seen as a destroyer." He pointed out that I'm finding it hard to argue with the logic.

His racing heartbeat told me that he was more than just a little furious right now. “And you are?” Aiden asked, clearly challenging Dante. The man was dumb enough to be speaking to him in such a tone let alone challenging him. Dante was literally three times the man’s size, and needless to say, he didn’t even know that he was a wolf, and even in human form, Dante could easily crush the man’s head in seconds. “The fuck date that knocked her up” Dante said, catching Aiden of guard. Jade’s eyes widened in surprise, and putting a hand on her stomach, she looked between the two of us “Dante D’Angelo”

"The godking is not human, not in the sense that you or I would understand. He is... something else. Something that has existed far longer than anyone realized." The crystal's light took on a reddish hue as it displayed the godking alone in a chamber of black stone. His form seemed to ripple and shift, revealing glimpses of a much more monstrous appearance beneath the human facade—multiple limbs, a twisted, elongated spine, eyes that burned with an inner fire. Rex felt Fafnir's consciousness surge forward with startling intensity. 'Demon,' the dragon's voice hissed within his mind, filled with a hatred so ancient and powerful that it momentarily overwhelmed Rex's senses. 'One of the Void-Tou