Nordic Nook Novels & Stories

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

“When do we leave?” “How about now?” Northstar smiled. “We don’t have to book a flight. Being witches and witch detectives comes with perks” he grinned. “Agatha is already there, and he has already made necessary arrangements. “Agatha? Really? Him of all the people,” Elizabeth shrilled, suddenly looking apprehensive. “Well, you know we are pressed now, Staff-wise, I mean. Besides, he is the only one with the knowhow of Norwegian, along with several other languages.” Northstar explained.

As the carriage got close to its destination, she thought about everything she had read about Nordmar. Of all the kingdoms on the Uzhor Continent, the Kingdom of Nordmar was the biggest, wildest, and coldest. It was the home of the Eternal Winter, and snow covered almost all of it. Up in the vast mountains of Nordmar, it was so cold that few animals lived there. The peaks were so tall they seemed to reach the sky. Big forests of winter oaks, pines, and evergreen trees covered the many plateaus of Nordmar's mountains. Scattered across the land were clans inhabited by strong men. Tall, wild, and proud, the Nordmarians were born to dominate the inhospitable land they lived in and were often cal

he nods. We continued to walk and take the upstairs to second floor. We walk through a long hallway of rooms up to the third floor which I guess a library because of the pile of books that was neatly placed on the numerous shelves. There's only one girl here who was so engrossed on the book that she was reading. "The fourth floor is the Alpha's office. Everyone's welcome to the pack house but this floor is off limits. You can only come up here if the Alpha requested your presence," Beta Dylan explains as we take the grandeur stairs.

It's been two weeks, Noah always goes to Amrodan's house every day. He rarely spent time with Gladys. Even Noah never went to school and Xeva never saw him. Exactly today, Noah went back to school. He didn't want his father to be suspicious, Moreover, knowing him who often comes to the uncle's house to practice magic secretly. Because practicing at Amrodan's house, now Noah has become very strong. His magic power exceeds his father, Mr. Retter.

Don had placed a paperweight on the page—a small stone from the beach in Portugal, the one they had brought back as a souvenir, the one that lived on Don's desk and held down maps and papers that needed holding. Don had three books by the end of the week. Ernest knew this because of the deliveries—the familiar pattern of the arrival of the programme. The books came in the post, in padded envelopes and small boxes, and Don would open each one with the specific quality of someone who was building a foundation. The books were different from the Greece books in subject and quality: one was about the Norse relationship to winter and darkness, a cultural history of how the people of the far north

Magnus' POV I drove up to the gates of the main pack area of the Western Nordic Pack. We have a number of pack houses across our pack lands, as the size of it is all of Norway and parts of Sweden, but this is where the Alpha family live and work from. I stopped at the gates and one of the guards approached my car, as soon as they saw it, he bared his neck and then waved for another guard to open the gate to let me through. I wound the window down as I approached.

After that, we made our way through the pile of gifts, taking turns. I gave Jade a pair of warm mittens with a matching beanie since she was always taking walks in the forest, Marcus a new custom fountain pen because his had broken recently, Grace a book of knitting patterns, and Noah a leatherbound journal. I gave the warriors, Nina and Emerie, each a pair of woollen socks and hand warmers, which they both appreciated.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Heather said excitedly. "She does, doesn't she, but shh, need to keep that a secret until Hela shifts." Ingrid tells her daughter. "OK Momie." She said. I was confused as to why that had to be kept secret, but Hela didn't seem concerned, so I didn't question it. "So, there are six packs all run by an Alpha and his team." Ingrid said, "We are the West Nordic Pack and we cover most of Norway. Heather, what are the other five?"