Jormungandr Novels & Stories

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."

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

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

Wei’s voice was trembling so much she couldn’t even complete her sentence. All three of them went numb when they sensed the Aves Bird’s aura descending towards them with the speed of lightning. None of them dare to look up. Their knees went weak as they realized the flying beast had torn apart the approaching Sand Worm with its claws and was now standing a few meters away from them.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

Jörmungandr Jörmungandr is a giant snake in Viking legend. Jörmungandr is the sea serpent son of Loki, adopted brother of Thor, the legendary hammer-bearing Viking god of thunder, Mjolnir. Jörmungandr often interfered with maritime security by attacking ships. Jörmungandr is one of a kind with Leviathan. In the end, Jörmungandr was defeated by Thor. 38. Nymph

"Fiachra, a beauty that had graced the land of Hymir. Dancing under the glow of the moon, A mighty sword at hand, Ravens following her every grace. Mesmerizing the world with her might and bravery, A beauty that could overturn a war, A warrior that rides with the ravens, Fearlessly conquering the enemies. Guide Hymir with your comrades that soar the skies, Hymir your beloved land will forever prosper under your watch."

He had a short beard and his hair was tied back, it looked to only reach below his ears maybe. She looked over at Jormungand and he positioned himself. Thor raised the large hammer he had and was clearly going to do something. She watched as Jormungand shifted and shot forward at Thor. They collided and several bolts came down. Thor bellowed something, and there was also a roar. She darted for the opening, she turned around and nearly screamed. Jormungand was right behind her. She wasn’t expecting his serpent, but he shifted and grabbed her going into the opening.

I wanted to witness the end of the man who had betrayed me beyond forgiveness. The window shattered and the wall around it splintered inward, sending debris and glass flying across the room. Kormen huddled above me, his body shielding me as he threw his arm up to protect his face. His mother screamed. My father made no sound. Peering around Kormen’s body I saw a long, black tail, spiked and deadly, swish back and forth. And then he was there. Barefoot and bare chested, his entire body covered in the iridescent glow from his scales, Valen stepped through the opening made by the tail. Without pause, he moved toward the bed where Kormen scrambled to get away from me. Muscles rippled and flexed

"That black substance is called Eitr. It is neither dead nor alive. Eitr is the origin of life. Jörmungandr created dark Etir as a weapon to destroy the Norse Gods. Eitr, both light and dark, was supposed to have been destroyed with the destruction of Asgard. The substance that came from Beckett was a fledgling Eitr; when in its full form, it can shift into any dark beast; a basilisk, an Oshi-Oni, a chimera, a Kraken, even a Medusa type creature. Its shapeshifting is one of the many things that makes Eitr so dangerous. The other reason is that whoever can wield the power of Eitr can open the void and release the titans." "How can Eitr be destroyed?" Miles asks, trying to plan a strategy. "I