Lagertha Novels & Stories

When Silvia reached the landing, the guy carrying her banner looked at her with a smile that was a funny mix of proud, loving and daring, and stepped up to walk ahead of her. Then, a woman with a deep alto voice started singing in Elvish, if you can frigging believe it, in a duet on the same octave with no less and no other than Stu fucking Masterson, the king of rock himself. Turned out the woman was Masterson’s wife, who had been Silvia’s English teacher back in Patagonia and now was a big-time Latino rockstar. Because why not, right? They were standing opposite the red party, with the harpist and the flutist, both of them and the musicians dressed in light brown Renaissance attires.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

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.

The business and ventures made by two companies, the Delphos company, a businessman between the demons and the gods, where he is a dragon and a human. Then, on the other side of the city and the werewolf that lives between the clans, the businessman Lagertha, who is precisely her boss, she saw him, the one from afar, being that he was a man, he looked attentively at each pretty girl in the middle of the test. of the selection.

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."