Norse Demigods Novels & Stories

He was searching for an oracler that time that he traveled out of Scandanavia, and destiny had brought him to the pack of wolves that was guided by a priestess. Rain, at a glance, was the shy type, with a modest and innocent face. Her black hair and her gentle eyes of her were deceiving, and he didn't expect she's the water guardian. She is beautiful too, and like water, sometimes she's serene, and sometimes she's dangerous. Astrid the wind and sky guardian was feisty too. His spy told him that she was a demi-god. She's a daughter of Balthar to a certain goddess and that was kept to be a secret. They were protecting something he doesn't know yet.

I let out a cough and rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah, Mom, sorry. This is Demi she is a… um” Damn, what was she called again. “A Keres” Demi answered for me. “Right, a Keres. She assists the Gods in a way kind of like a Valkyrie.” My mother nodded her head. “She was sent here by our Goddess Selene and the Dragon God Typhon to keep an eye on me.”

A couple of the nearest wolves whined and backed up a step. One of the elders; a tall man with a white beard and eyes like dead coals rode forward beside Jakob. "The girl is ours by old law. Hand her over, Sigurdsson, and we leave your keep standing." Gunnar's voice carried easy. "She's mine by moon law. And she stays." The elder smiled thin. "Then we take her." He raised one hand. Green lightning crackled between his fingers. The thing in chains roared louder. The cloth covering it bulged and strained.

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 3: Seven Thousand Years Later. Winter gave way to spring. Spring surrendered to summer. The seasons came and went, but the nameless immortal and the young shadow hound remained. Years slipped quietly into decades, and decades blurred into centuries. The child grew taller, her hands becoming rough from endless labor. The softness of youth slowly disappeared beneath countless scars, and the bright curiosity in her violet eyes dimmed, replaced by a quiet watchfulness. She learned exactly when to lower her head, when to remain silent, and when to disappear before trouble found her.

Many were holding pickaxes and shovels, digging at the surrounding rocks and ground while women wearing skimpy outfits with tiny black wings attached onto their backs lashed out at the men, occasionally whipping the men's already feeble bodies with the long thorny whips in their hands. "Where am I? Didn't I die? Is this hell?" [You've transmigrated into a young man's body in a parallel world called Fiore. In this world, the Gods had either all died or were captured by the demons.] A mechanical voice sounded. "Whoa, who is speaking to me?" Alex looked to his surrounding frantically, surprised by the sudden voice. [I'm the Eros God System, created by God Eros during the War of Genesis waged be

As the group was getting closer to the mountain ranges, Rex decided to ask about the place and the people who lived there. “Those are the Ragnar Mountain ranges, the people who live there are called the Bohl, they are a race of hybrid human and ogre, the ancestral caretakers of the dragon called Ragnar,” Markus replied. “I once saw one of them open a door for Iris, I only saw his hand, and even that was enormous!” Rex said.

’ Nyx said to me ‘What do I do’ ‘Get down on your hands and knees and picture a beautiful black wolf.’ I did as she instructed. Before I knew it, I felt my bones in my arms and legs breaking and rearranging. I heard screaming but I couldn’t pay attention over the pain I was feeling. Next it was my ribs breaking, then finally my spine. It lasted all of 10 minutes. When I was able to see without the black spots clouding my vision, I seen a beautiful white wolf with black ears and pitch-black eyes laying right next to me.

Galindra realized. 'You are filled with madness.' King Melario exclaimed, sitting on his stone-polished throne atop of a high dais. 'I cannot accept this child'. He turned his head away as Galindra looks straight at him. Her eyes got shade of purple. Those could easily daze the king, yet the sorcerer got no time for tricks. 'Everything I said is true Melario. One day the realm of Nordor will bleed from war and chaos, and this child shall bring peace and save us all from great destruction. He is the son of your late sister, Princess Linara, to Prince Menandro of Athrandur'. Galindra knelt and raised the child—a rare thing to do for powerful beings like sorcerers. ‘Here, I am, my king, humblin

he asked her. "I am not using anyone as stepping stone. I am making them demigods" she rectified angrily. "So tell me what demigods are, to gods. Aren't they some servants?" he scoffed. "Thanks so much, I don't want to be a demigod, I want to be a god, like you. Tell me your secrets" he let out honestly.

There were a few cracks running through the handle as well, indicating that it wasn’t going to last for long. *Bang* As if he couldn’t see the changes on Night’s Kiss, Mane stomped his feet into the ground and threw himself towards Camila again. As he moved he started to revolve, and several streams of lightning were gathered into both Night’s Kiss and Night Mare. Both blades shone brightly due to the baptism of the Norse Thunder God’s element. And though Night’s Kiss’s embodiment of the Olympian God King’s power was slightly inferior to Night Mare, its duller look only served to fuel its thirst for blood.