Mjölnir Wielder Novels & Stories

I snatch it up and turn to face Fenrir, who is watching me with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "You think a mere weapon can save you?" he scoffs. I don't answer. I know the weapon alone won't be enough, but I have another idea. Channeling my werewolf strength, I launch the weapon with all my might. It flies through the air, straight at Fenrir, but to my surprise, he catches it effortlessly. “Poor girl, you still don’t know who I am right?”, Fenrir says in a mocking tone. My eyes widen in disbelief as Fenrir effortlessly catches the weapon I had hurled at him with all my werewolf strength. How is this even possible? My mind races with questions, trying to comprehend the extent of Fenrir's

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

The golden light spear, born of my fury and the Heart's ancient grace, was a masterpiece of destruction. It hummed in my hand, a tether between my soul and the void in Fenrir's chest. For a heartbeat, the urge to thrust it forward, to end the threat that had haunted my lineage for a millennium, was almost physical. My muscles screamed for the release of the strike. But as I stared into the swirling abyss of Fenrir's eyes, I saw the truth I had been blind to: to kill him was to kill a part of the world's own soul. To seal him was merely to continue a cycle of torture that had already lasted far too long.

“Ek gefþúr minn megin, minn kunnusta, minn fróðleikr.” The flames danced in the palms of my hands and I closed my eyes when I felt it swirl inside me. Karani placed her hands on mine and the flames mingled. It was an incredibly heady feeling, the power rushing through me. The flames burned brighter as Karani grabbed my head with both hands. “Mega Óðinnr gefa þú hans speki, Baldur hans nathæ. Mega Eirr’s heill vefja þú. Mega Hlínr hlifa þú ok þórr leið þú inn striith. Ek heita Forseti’s jafnaðr til rule þú ok Váli mit þér er þú leita hefndir. Ek heita fyrir Viðarr’s Þǫgn er striith ódr of þú. Með Magni’s megin ok Týr’s geisa fyrir striith, ek heita fyrir Heimdallur til munu þinn vorðr.

Every time Vidar’s spear met Kael’s skin, a shockwave of steam and violet sparks illuminated the darkness. Jax and Cole took on the Einherjar, their twin-bond allowing them to weave between the silver-mail guards like a single, multi-limbed predator. Zane stood back, his sapphire staff spinning, providing a constant stream of healing resonance to Kael as Vidar’s spear carved deep, violet-tinted gashes into his chest. CombatantWeapon/ElementStatus KaelPrimal FireOverheating; skin glowing obsidian. VidarGravimetric SpearFocused; eyes glowing violet.

For people who were supposedly about to die they sure were chill. "Mjolnir." Dracula stammered. He had heard of this legendary weapon. Who hadn't? A weapon that was bound to Thor and had followed him into every important battle. Legends say that Thor and the weapon were more like brothers, and not master and servant. It was a mystical hammer, forged on Nidavellier itself. It was unlike a lot of things, for few things in the universe could compare to its power. Even more famous among its stories was the superstition that it could be summoned by Thor from Asgard anywhere he was. Many rubbished this information, calling it far-fetched. But for these vampires who had witnessed the weapon enterin

“It has a name, you know. You’ve been calling it the hammer all day.” Oh, I forgot it had a name. We glanced back at the jock. After taking a deep breath, he grasped its handle. Our eyes widened as Mjolnir was slowly raised in the air. “I did it, I did it!” He held the hammer above him. “I am worthy!” “What are you doing?”

He looked over to Ace who all but sent Jericho a death glare. I watched Gunnar's face morph from his usual brooding self to a deep frown as I said, "It's nice to finally meet you, too. You look like the normal brother from the three," I wasn't meant to say the last part aloud but now that it was out there... Ace scoffed, nearly choking on fresh air, "From the three of us, he's the most lethal. He could hack into the Pentagon if he wanted to." "But he doesn't want to, right?" I found myself asking even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer to that.

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

I knew about that. "I am asking you, Valto!" He was Valto. Thorin's fiercest warrior. When Alectrona chose him, he immediately chose Valto to be his right hand. "Where is he?" My fury was near to explosion. I knew that I had no chance of surviving this brawny @sshole, but I would not end my life with a good fight.