Novelas y relatos de Jormungandr

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?

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

“That’s a shame because only Pandora will.” As soon as he finished that sentence his features and everything around him became darker. With an evil aura. With stormy energy. The wind howled as it picked up the pace and made the forest trees shake violently against each other. His eyes went from chocolate brown to full black and empty. His skin became pale. His nails and canines elongated and fur started to grow in his skin but he didn’t shift. Not completely at least. We all gasped as we took in what happened to him.

The master of deception has been fooled over and over again! Unacceptable! This is unacceptable. I have to free myself and exact revenge on them. I will flatten the whole darned earth for this? How dare they take away my freedom? Damn you Michael for creating this darned arcane weapon! "Jormungand!" "At your service your Loathsome!" "Quit jesting and come up the devil's gorge and get me. I need speedy transportation right now!" "On it your Vileness!" I swear I will kill this darned Serpent one day. However, I just have to bear it for now. True to his words, Jormungand appears. However, he makes such a grand appearance that everyone stops and stares.

“Come out, you bastard.” Her grip tightened, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. He thrashed, clawing at her wrist, but she held firm, strangling the life from him. “YES!” she growled, her voice laced with something ancient, something unholy. “COME OUT, THAN! SHOW YOURSELF!” The sky churned. The shadows quivered. Zander’s limbs went slack. His vision dimmed. And then— The earth cracked beneath her feet. Her balance faltered. Zander’s body crashed to the ground, gasping. A howl—deep, unearthly—split the silence.

If the outside is so sad, then the inside could at least be cheerful, he said. Thor gave him some strength and physical skills so that he could defend himself a little bit. And finally, Heimdall, the "Guardian of the Bifrost" agreed to send Ragnar, the rejected of Asgard, to Midgard. Heimdall warns Hoder, however, that his protégé, being a Man and not a god, would take thousands of moons to reach Midgard.

I leaned forward, my brows furrowing, and stared at the screen. Everything we’d learned at the academy had indicated that Fenrir was a wolf, not a shifter. He was the offspring of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Angrboda, a giantess also known as the mother of monsters. The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other.

I swallowed hard, looking around for something that would help me out, but all I could see were tall trees. “Yore and Lola….” Someone whistled, and those two ran to that person. My eyes went around when I sighted them jump at Luther, throwing themselves in his arms like babies. “Goddammit!” Luther laughed when he collapsed onto the ground flat on his back due to their enormous weight. I gazed at another Jaguar that was smaller than the first one. Those two licked Luther’s face and purred. “You two are not babies anymore!” Luther rubbed the back of their neck and those snuggled in his arms, scratching his bare chest.

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "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."