Nine Worlds Yggdrasil Novels & Stories

" The element of nature is what makes the dark luna strong. I used only four out of those elements of nature to weakened her, then to look her deep down where she belongs. Those elements would be as simple as the wolfsbane plant, the blood of living creature - which I suggest yours, a flame of fire, and water. The spell will separate the dark luna away from your luna partly. Yet, this is not going to be enough, we need to paralyze the marks' effects on her. The moon marks are not actually just moon marks, they're more." " What are they?' I've asked her. " Have ever heard about the nine dimensions? Why exactly nine humans to be the gates keepers? It's not actually a coincidence, nothing in th

Ragnar composed himself and raised his hand, saying: — If you don't mind explaining to me, I think it's never too late to learn. Lathgertha stared at him for a short moment with an indescribable grimace on her face that mixed disdain with pity, then stood up and began to walk towards the grass surrounding the house. Ragnar followed him. It was then that she replied: — During the seven days following each new moon, untimely communicating portals between the nine worlds of the Yggdrasil open in different places in each world. It began with the new moon of a Ylir's month in which Odin riding Sleipnir visits more than usual the inhabitants of Midgard. Loki made Heimdall drink and pretended to be

I was surprised not to realize that he had one. "Her name is Rebekah and she stays with her mate, who happens to be my older brother in a different realm," Than informs me. I asked what the realms were and how many were there. Then grinned slightly when Than told me there were nine tied to planet earth. He explained that it was similar to what the Old Norse believed. I nodded, finding it all fascinating. I already knew several cryptids were real but hearing there were different realms or worlds for each made me desire to travel to each. Our conversation was cut short when Sagon returned with his arms full of clothing options. I thanked him as I rummaged through the items. The pants were simi

Chapter 10 The dawn broke over the city, golden sunlight glinting off glass towers and streets that had once been battlefields. Clara stood atop the highest rooftop she could reach, her pendant glowing softly against her chest. She had spent the night meditating, channelling the energy she had inherited from her grandmother, the strength of her lineage flowing steadily through her veins. Her team Mike, James, and Bridget stood behind her, eyes scanning the horizon. They had tracked the Shadow Council to an abandoned industrial complex near the edge of the city. This time, they were prepared.

It had only just begun to open. As Freya cradles their son, a crack splits through the altar stones, dark energy leaking through behind them, a voice neither of them knows whispers: “The Ninth Eye has opened. Prepare the mortal world.”

I took Griff’s hand, stepped inside, but instead of a force sucking me up through the trunk, the tree’s knothole closed, encasing us both in the dark. “What’s going on?” I muttered. “Yggdrasil is one of the most efficient modes of transport,” a haughty voice said with a sniff. “It’s much like how you mortals use enchanted mirrors.” “Then why did we tumble thousands of feet into Hell?” Griff asked. “Because the tree you entered to reach the Sixth was likely just an ordinary giant yew enchanted to link to the Yggdrasil network,” he snapped. I rolled my eyes and ignored the angel’s bitterness. “What are we still doing stuck here, then?”

“Forgive my rudeness. However, I want to confirm whether what you state was true or not. Are you really a descendant of Draco Blair?” “Yes, I am.” Matthew answered after a short pause. “I see, then I apologise again on behalf of my underlings. Allow me to explain regarding the crystal.” Belle said. Matthew saw a glimmer of hope in her words and excitedly listened. “What Gilas said was true. Yggdrasil is the tree of the world. It is the world’s symbol of life. As such, it has its own consciousness. If the tree’s will does not want to meet you, then no matter what you do you will not get anything. However, it’s a different case if it does want to.”

Looking up, we can see the roots of Yggdrasil, the world tree that links the nine realms together. The roots of the tree are nothing of what I had ever anticipated. They are a combination of the white and black trees that I have seen from Isla’s trees. Smooth roots with cold spikes are intertwined with rough and gnarled ones. It is then that I understand what she has tried to explain to me. Each depends on the other. The smooth roots do not go as deep as the gnarled ones. It is as if they balance each other; one going deep for stability, and the other staying shallow for the water they need to survive.

​The ascent to the Ninth Peak was not a climb; it was a siege. Unlike the other Seven Peaks that had been terraformed into lush, silver-leafed sanctuaries, the Ninth was a jagged spike of raw, unrefined obsidian. It stood outside the University’s artificial climate bubble, lashed by a vertical blizzard that tasted of iron and ancient ice.

"I am the Adrian who opened the Ninth Cipher." His heartbeat stopped. "No." "That never happened." The older Adrian nodded. "Not in your history." "But history has been rewritten many times." The reflection raised one hand. The surface of the compass transformed into another vision. An enormous city stretched beneath a sky filled with floating books. Its towers reached into the clouds. Children laughed through streets lined with silver trees. The Nine Doors stood open. No darkness. No war. No fear. Adrian stared in disbelief. "What place is this?" "The world that almost survived."