Norse Dreads Novels & Stories

“The plan is to fill the enclave formerly known as Logris, and he has arranged a number of spectacles to attract visitors.” The next image was of a handsome blond wolf about my age. Or the age I had been when I’d died. With his glasses and button-down shirt, he looked like the kind of intellectual who preferred dusty old books to disco. “This is Dolph Gundahar,” Hades said. “The son of the former Norse Pack alpha, and now its beta. For the Summer Solstice, Fenrir has invited every eligible female shifter and she-wolf to compete to become his mate.”

That is the only clue that they have to solve the cryptex. “Hildisvini?” Hestia mumbled. “Hildisvini is the pet boar of Frey in the Norse Mythology.” Albert simply explained. Hestia tried the words ‘Frey’, but the cryptex was a five letter word puzzle so it was not the answer. She also tried ‘norse’ but it was also wrong as the cryptex did not open. She remembered that the real spelling of the name ‘Frey’ was ‘Freyr’ in the Norse Mythology and she tried that as well but it also did not work. She thought of something else that could be connected to the names ‘Hildisvini’, ‘Frey’, ‘Freyr’, and ‘norse’. She thought of something else that is connected to those.

She swallowed her saliva in nervousness as she looked at the lady in front of her. She was beautiful, Freya noticed. She was about the same height as Freya or a little taller and had long black hair which stopped some inches away from her chest. She was dressed in an all-black warrior-like attire, which complemented her fair skin and made her look like a goddess. Nora was beginning to wonder if it was just her imagination or everybody around here was beautiful. “The Lord's gonna love this,” said the fair goddess before she walked over to Nora and looked her straight in the eyes.

We had facials, our nails, massages, and even had my hair done in a beautiful braided up-do. “The stylist said this is how dragon shifters do their hair like this for a mating ceremony,” Willa pulled on the small side braids, now covered with beads. She had me put on an ivory-colored dress with blue flowers around the bodice. The capped sleeves made me even look smaller if that were possible and tiny silver chains hung on the front of the dress moved as I walked. Much more simple and more my taste. “The way they braid their hair reminds me of Vikings from Earth and the stories,” the stylist continued to work on the other side of my head with more side braids. “Do you miss it?”

I tried to explain to her. “So it seems that way, but there is a way to fix this. You are a goddess yourself, Jocelyn, or at least you have the power to become one. See, Freya rules over a realm in Asgard in a palace called Folkvangar. To be welcomed into her hall, Sessrumnir is one of the greatest honors. It is equal to being welcomed into Valhalla by Odin. When things have settled, child, I highly suggest you go to Norway and get acquainted with your ancestors. There is a pack called Kampoks pack meaning battle axe, their Alpha is Leif. This is all I will tell you, as it is a journey that I may guide you too, but it is up to you to go.” “I have a lot to learn. What about Norris? It seems t

When he landed, the dried leaves flew away on his step. "All are ready?" He said it quietly but the winds carried his voice to all. "Yes captain" Nysel said who was wearing a breast plate armor with two swords on with side of her hips. Her wings looks magnificent behind her. Kebin nodded. "Drea" Kebin called and a woman with a curly hair came to him. Drea is beautiful and she looks glowing under the moonlight. It's like the moon cried on her beauty. She has deep gray eyes, a thin face and a scar on her forehead.

Apple pointed at Drex with a trembling hand. “He isn't terrifying at all! Don't you think he’s handsome?” I teased. Apple looked Drex up and down, from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail. “He’s handsome, sure, but those ears and that thing on his back? Very weird!” “It’s a tail! So your name is Apple, huh? I'm Drex!” He reached out a hand, but Apple only wanted to know about the fierce, sharp-toothed wolf from the day before. After a brief debate and Drex’s unanswered questions about what the dwarves were digging for, Apple simply gave an unfriendly huff.

he expatiated. "Oh I see, but what is the correlation between Norse warriors and Berserker?" "They worshipped many gods, but we're more devoted to Odin, the father of the northern gods who they believed gave them the fury of the bear to make them fearless in their battles. They had a shamanic practice where they perfumed a ritual to Odin and besought him for the spirit of the bear. Those rituals involved a process where they spent a period in the wilderness living like their totem animal and after their return, they were buried in the sand up to their neck for days and dug out, as a form of death and rebirth."

He frowns slightly. “I have only ever heard of something like it. The stories of the past say it is the sign of the true ruler… They say the very first Dragon was born with a gold crown engraved into his forehead. I thought it was a fable… a myth, but we are proof that it is not a myth,” Agnarr says, brushing his fingers across my forehead. “Also, I think it suited you perfectly. Yet another sign that you are all I need and I was right in making you the Drækaari.” His face becomes serious and I tilt my head.

he declares loudly. Norse God? They don't exist. Fenrir hesitates but huffs. I slide off him so he can shift back, only to stand face-to-face with the Nymph. He's handsome. His dark skin glimmers under the moon. A shadow sits over one side of his face, but his strong jaw, hazel brown eyes are prominent, "what is your name?" I dare ask, standing my ground. Was he here this whole time?