Novelas y relatos de Jormungander

"From her union with the great trickster god Loki, three remarkable children were born." His movements became more animated as he continued, "One of these children was the fearsome wolf Fenrir, whose ferocity and strength struck awe into the hearts of gods and merfolk alike. Another was the cunning and enchanting half-dead, half-living being known as Hel, who would become the ruler of the realm of the departed." "And the third," Finrir paused for a moment, building suspense, "was Jormungandr, the mighty serpent, destined to grow into the most colossal creature to roam the oceans of our world."

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.'

by Ethan Choi His name is Thorran Savage although he preferred to be called by one syllable nickname “Thor”. Yes, just like the God of Thunder, he’s our god. We call him our god because we had no other choice. Thor is the strongest of the strongest hence there is no comparable word other than god.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable. Revenge is my life, it is my purpose, and tonight, it begins.

He brought with him his new wife, Sigyn, as well as the three children he had with Angrboda: Fenrir, Jormungandr, and Hela. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-(--header-height)" dir="auto" data-turn-id="9bc17e31-b48d-409b-8d52-59335129907d" data-testid="conversation-turn-195" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="user">

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

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

"I'm—I'm sorry Sam. I know you tried to save him with all your might. But I, I was just . . . really furious right now!" "That's why we should stop blaming each other. We have a enemy to interrogate and to kill." Malco led the way with Alexander, Mel of the fey clan, Jason with Sam supporting in his shoulders behind him. They reached the dungeon where the the person was being chained with silver bane. A painful and very sharp weapon created by the Werewolf faction. This time he pulled the trigger and raised the gun in their enemy face. "Where is Alexandra?!" Alexander demanded as he dug the gun in his wound, causing the person to shriek in pain. But after a minute he began laughing and spat

There is something which he is hiding far in the deep sea-green ocean which are his eyeballs, something which he wants to bring to surface but afraid to. "A-are you as pure as the signification of you name?" I tease him, sticking my tongue out. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Your name means 'holy man' in Turkish, right?" I bite on my lips, wrapping my hands around his neck. "So, are you one?" He nods slightly, not very convincing. But then he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "No matter what, I will be your holy man." He says softly, tucking the strand behind my ear.