Norse Dreads Novels & Stories

The dreadknot crash site is like the mix of nature coiling around the broken metals and glass shards that made up the massive ship. Even though the giant ship is still in one piece and broken down, there are points of the vessel that are ripped off that make the crash sites foundation. Teal grass and vines circle around each piece of metal, trying to drag down the material that is separated from the ship within the core of the island, however the foreign material keeps the minerals a float and instead of sinking down like everything else, the land is corotating with the dreadknot itself as well as the debris that is spread out. On top of the huge worn and torn ship is a group of orcish peopl

Luna Piper, tell us. Mom holds up two dresses, and I am a little surprised. “We picked the dressed out from the names of your wolves. So you Nadia, get this.” Mom says. holding up a stunning dress. It is in the style of a maxi dress, and therefore also a bit of a casual look, but I love it. It’s a dark midnight blue from the chest and softly changes to a water or moon blue color at the bottom. It fits perfectly with Midnight's name Mom then hands Nora her dress, and it is in the same style as mine, but the colors are different. Nora’s dress is in the colors of an early sunrise. Reddish at the top, falling down in the colors you see on a sunrise, with the bottom being a soft yellow.

"Serena ! Wake up,mum's calling you". I heard my third brother Kingsley popularly known as "King"call on me but I didn't budge . It's a Saturday morning and like every Saturday morning, is clean up day and trying to keep the environment clean but I didn't feel like it. I felt heavy maybe due to the amount of fufu ( A popular Nigerian food ate with soup) I had last night but that wasn't the problem, the problem is that I didn't feel like working this morning and knowing my mom she wouldn't hear it.

Then he jerked his arm down and tore the entire black cloth from the wall. And my jaw copied that movement and also probably dropped to the ground somewhere. Because the graffiti on the wall was done....and every inch exceeded my expectations from those two little hamsters. It was a Viking skull wearing a horned helmet. He did not lack two long braids of braided hair, a goatee or a pissed off expression. And there was a huge ax stuck in his helmet, just by the way. On each side was one raven of Odin himself - Hugin and Munin. Both birds were shaded in such detail that I could have stared at it for quite a while if there weren't about a thousand other stimuli to explore. However, above all th

Draco asked slowly. Astrid nodded and tried harder not to cry. “The Nightmares. They are coming!” cried Astrid with great fear, trembling, and pale face.

my eyes expanded at that “Nora is a werewolf too! but how? nobody knows. “That's because her scent is concealed and of course, she is just like every one of you, if not more raucous” I was still waiting for him to explain the other part that was the most important to me. Yea. He is right. Nora could fit into the land of the elves without them knowing, due to her stormy behaviour. “So how did you say you knew that arrogant ass again?. Your Beta? I've heard that before what do___” no fucken way. I read about it. If Adrian is his Alpha that meant only one thing. “You are an Alpha? Like a real life Alpha?” I shifted back and gaped at him thoroughly. No wonder the distinct physique and bodily end

If the size and depth were not suitable, the game would not be caught. Dake wiped the sweat off his forehead. He wasn't wearing clothes at the moment, just loose knee-length pants. Her hair was shoulder length, a bit of dreadlocks because she deliberately did not comb them. He said it was a trendy style, even though it was quite foreign among the pack members. "It's not our fault," he said. “We didn't know you would come and join us. Oh, or is it precisely because we have to take care of you that we have to postpone holding this celebration.”

Alfie said. "So what do we do now?" someone asked. "Maybe we can ask Mr. Dakota for help," Frosch suggested. "Mr. Dakota? Who’s that?" Adrian asked. “He's a mysterious elder. According to the Weber traditions, if the Nine Dragons break the seal, we can seek help from him," Frosch explained. Adrian nodded. It seemed that this man called Dakota possessed extraordinary status and identity. "Alright, let's look for him," Adrian said. *

Dresses, skirts, jeans, tops, shoes, a leather jacket that costs more than my laptop. "This is too much," I say as Caroline rings everything up. "Drey, seriously, this is too much money." "It's an investment," he says, handing over his credit card without even looking at the total. "In the new you." Caroline bags everything and hands them to Drey. "Now for hair. There's a salon two doors down. They're expecting you in fifteen minutes." The salon is just as intimidating as the boutique. The stylist, a young guy named Marcus, looks at my hair like it's a project he's excited to tackle.

“You look great.” Nora glanced down at the dress that she was wearing. It was sapphire blue, with a full, tulle skirt, and rhinestones sewn into it so that it looked like the night sky. The dress was strapless, and more revealing than she was used to wearing. “It looks like it’s too much.” Winter shook her head. “You look fine,” she said. “Are you sure that you won’t come down with me?” Nora asked. “I didn’t even want a mate to begin with and now I’m stuck with one. And you were always so sure that this was something that you wanted.”