Jormungander Novels & Stories

"I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire." "What may I call you?" I asked, bewildered. Truth be told, I was convinced this was my life after death. Talking to a creature that didn't exist. Might as well get used to it. Its jaw dropped and it exhaled frosty air from its mouth and nostrils, causing me to yelp and jump backwards as it turned the ground to hard ice. "For millennia, I bore the given name from my bearer. It is usually the second name. It would seem you have stolen mine and left me with your maiden name. Persephone." It said dryly again.

"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." "I don't have a brother. I don't have parents either," Derrick said. He would never believe the nonsense coming out of the old woman's mouth. "Plus who is Aurora Island god of war to think he can tell me whom to marry? So marrying Donna will stop the fight? Never!" Derrick said determinedly.

He got up from her body and sat on his knees, both on either side of her body. He looked divine, but not like Zeus, but like Hades like there was darkness in his body and soul. A strike of thunder shone through the room, illuminating his body, and now he looked like the Norse gods, so beautiful and dangerous. She had always been afraid of thunder, for she didn’t have parents to hug her to sleep when she was scared, but this thunder didn’t scare her as she was in the presence of more terrifying horror. HIM. A sound brought her attention back; he pulled the string of his sweatpants and tied her wrists to the headboard. “Don’t, please, anything but this,” she joined her hands on the headboard.

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.

They pay no attention to us or the woman fighting against the tears. Jørgí looks over at us and moves his hand in an arc. At first, I thought that he was trying to get our attention. Then I notice the shimmer in the air and their voices are no longer reaching us. He smiles at me through the shimmer and I see his dragon scales on his face. He is the son of Jörmungandr, grandson of Loki, of course he has special abilities. Which makes me wonder, does Isla also have special abilities? Is that why her dragon crossed the realms?