Norse Demigods Novels & Stories

They carved each other up, the Northern gods, and chewed each other up, spitting each other out naked, wet, and wanting. Wotan held glowing, Golden Freida in his arms tenderly after their fucking. “How is our bet between my heir, Jarnja sweet, and your shieldmaiden Yolanda, going after all? I have been too busy ruling and spearing angels and demons alike, who crawl from the depths of Vidagol in the North and Shamayim in the West, to pay any attention to the workings of demigoddesses and Valkyries, and that crown princess witch torn between them.

Kian said with authority. The remaining armies start thinking and discussing with the others and it made the rogue leader shake in anger. "Don't be fooled! They will still kill you if you surrender." Willard yelled. The remaining army decided to fight believing their leader. The blood knights sighed. "We will not surrender to a mage like you!" Willard told Kian. The boys chuckled at how hard their enemies are trying hard to look tough. "Sorry to burst your bubbles, but our queen is not a mage." Vance said confusing them. They all look at Kian and the latter smirked at them. "I'm a demigod"

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

My body and mind are present, but I can feel the spirit push into my consciousness and take control. “Jormungandr, brother?” The voice that came out of my mouth was not mine. I would assume it was Arcas, but the voice was female. Feeling the Amory’s power, I can feel the energy and it does not feel male like I would assume Arcas would feel like. Erik’s head tilts side to side like he is trying to place the voice. Going back to my history, Jormungandr and Fenrir are brothers, but they had a sister that married Arcas. Hel is the ruler of Niflheim, but everyone just calls it Hel after her. After Ragnarök, Loki, her father, was imprisoned, and she was tasked to keep him from getting out.

That way, they would not have to worry about that while Brynn was recuperating, and the family was getting used to the new addition. The little trip to see Hecate had lit a fire underneath her ass, so she always spent a good portion of her day going over everything and trying to figure out what all we could use during the coven fight. The book was a how-to guide about dealing with Gods, Goddesses, and Demigods. There was no telling what bullshit Loki could have in store and who all would be affected. He was the God of Mischief after all. A flare of pain through the bond snapped me out of my thoughts.

So he is the man that Old Remi called Linux and the owner of the necklace that suddenly appeared around my neck? I suddenly clung to Linux when the ground shook again. I think this guy is strong and can fight the monster worm that is attacking us. I have no choice but to pull out the glowing arrow stuck in his chest. "Can you kill that monster?" I talked with him. Linux snorted haughtily before answering my question. "It's like you don't know me, Sabina. You know that I can't only kill this kind of weak monster but I can also kill other demons," he answered me with an arrogant tone.

Darius let out a breath—a disbelieving, almost stunned laugh. “No.” He shook his head, eyes flashing. “No, that’s not possible.” One of the warriors muttered a curse under his breath. Another just stared. Because they knew that name. Everyone did. Theoden wasn’t just a name. It was a legend. An ancient name. A name whispered in wolf mythology. The name of a demigod. Luka swallowed, his voice uneven. “Theo, stop messing around.” Theoden smiled. But there was no humor in it.

“Officially, it makes you a Demigod. I have concealed that part of you from others being able to detect it because that knowledge would put you and anyone you have ever cared about in danger. Demigods are powerful beings, so their power is sought-after. I suppose that I left one thing out about your command. It will work on any creature and the youngest of us Gods.” I jumped up, bouncing on the balls of my feet when she said that because I knew exactly who that would be. “Please tell me that we can go see him. I’ve always dreamed of looking into his eyes and asking him if it still hurt that my mother royally destroyed him.” That had both Goddesses cracking up with laughter. There was mischie

Large spins around amusingly, and as if to be showing himself off, “I’m real!” Theo asks, “So you really are like a step son?” Vlad nods, “Yes, and you’re really not supposed to be.” Rora throws her hands in mock surrender, “Call us if you need us!” Theo wants to fight it, but Rora argues, “She’s being watched over by three goddesses and God. Now she has a demigod by her side, there is nothing more that we can do that they can’t do for her.” She starts to wave his arm, reminding him, “We have a baby to get ready for!”

Almost immediately, a very tall muscular well-built man hopped out of the Benz which made Eileen shift back a little, as the man's appearance was screaming dangerously and confidence in his face, which was so well-built. “Sorry Beta, our Miss was a bit taken back because of their well-built body.” The warrior spoke up so as not to cause any misunderstanding. The man standing in front of her was beta Idris, Alpha Odysseus second in command. “Beta Idris, this is the oldest daughter of our master, Markus Eileen. Please, inform your alpha, that our master entrusted her daughter to him.” Said one of the warriors. Eileen didn't know when a tear streamed down her cheeks, her father wasn't here to s