Norse Halls Novels & Stories

JELENA The heavy oak doors groan in protest as I push them open and the sound echoing through the space is loud. I pause on the threshold, blinking as I take in the sheer scale of the dining hall, it is less a room and more a sprawling, stone-hewn hall designed to swallow whole armies. The ceiling vaults high above, lost in shadows, while the walls are adorned with the faded, ancestral banners of the North Pack.

Philip looked sideways at Fennel and asked, “Have you found out which sacred hall it is?” Fennel replied, “The people from the Hall of Evil, Vataco’s men.” “Hall of Evil?” Philip frowned with a slight chill in his eyes. Fennel nodded and sighed. Also with a slight chill in his eyes, he said, “The Hall of Evil, Hall of Death, and Hall of the Underworld are also known as the three dark halls of the 12 Sacred Halls of the West. They are the three most shameless, darkest, and most unruly of them all. The three halls are filled with death and crime. Within their jurisdiction, it’s basically a paradise for sin. For the Hall of Evil to make a move against you this time, I’m afraid that there are ot

He trailed off. “I am familiar with the internal structure of Valhalla, and I have a good understanding of the geography and historical sites of the divine realm. I would have no problem working as a steward.” The soldier grew impatient. “Just leave.” Seeing him turn away, I hurried after him. “I truly have deep feelings for this place. I also know that, in keeping with the spirit of ancient times, the Aesir honor those who die in battle. Even in times of peace, each of the five hundred and forty gates can admit eight hundred warriors side by side, and each leads to the throne of the King of the Gods. Above the temple lies the dragon’s nest, and within are halls for ceremonies, music, banque

The heavy iron doors opened with a deep groan, a metallic screech that sounded like the earth itself tearing apart. I stepped over the threshold, the thick wool cloak gathered tightly around Mael, my knuckles turning white from how hard I gripped him. The Great Assembly Hall of the Valrok Empire was not a room. It was a cavernous, terrifying coliseum carved directly into the black belly of the mountain. Tiered rows of obsidian benches rose up into the shadows, forming a massive semi-circle. Banners from every corner of the continent hung from the vaulted ceiling—the silver pines of the Northern Wastes, the jagged claws of the Eastern Steppes, the blood-red moons of the Southern tracking elit

Zara chuckled in their mind as Nora stepped through the gate. Nora laughed hearing Zara’s comment but quickly regained composure. She needed to be strong and focused. Her eyes narrow in on a tall building. It was white and etched in gold. She knew that this was their pack hall. She shut her eyes and she could feel the energy in the room, inside the pack hall. She knew the whole pack was in there. She let another wave of power and energy flow out from her. She was sending a message giving them the smallest taste of what she was. She knew Lance already knew what she was capable of.

"Geothermal power from the core, magnetic stabilization from the poles... they have enough energy down here to power a continent." "And they're hoarding it," Olivia said, gripping the railing. "While people on the surface fight over gas and wood." "How do we get in?" Hailey asked, squinting. "I don't see a front door. Just a lot of floating buildings." "There," Jack pointed to a massive structure in the center of the cavern—a pillar of rock that connected the floor to the ceiling. A single, gleaming white bridge stretched from their ledge toward that central hub. "The Bifrost Bridge," Ben muttered. "Norse mythology fans, these guys."

Days sought to drift off and Amethyst's inner voice continued to echo in her head every second she told herself to reduce contemplating of her mother. Finding the one responsible for the demise of her mother has already became her obsession, something she would not go a day without thinking of. ••• [ONE EXTRAORDINARY DAY IN THE NORSE KINGDOM] Low hanging storm clouds were hopelessly floating outside the big windows of the NORSE palace. The gentle breeze blew and moaned occasionally— encouraging the tiny, gold-painted bells that were fantastically hanged on every wall of the Norse palace, to jingle with a soothing rhythm.

Kael looked sideways at him. “That’s optimism.” Riven shook his head. “No.” His gaze never left the gate. “It’s a promise.” The council hall of the Northern Houses was unlike any chamber Elara had ever entered. There were no golden banners. No jeweled throne. No symbols of victory. Only towering stone pillars, weathered by centuries, and a circle of elders seated beneath the faded crest of a broken crown. No one rose to greet her. No one smiled. An elderly woman with silver hair studied Elara for a long moment before speaking.

Chapter 58: Unbroken Vanguard The great hall of the Obsidian pack estate was a monumental space of rough-hewn stone, massive cedar beams, and towering windows that looked out over the sweeping valleys of the northern territory. Usually, the hall was filled with the boisterous laughter and heavy footsteps of the pack’s warriors, but today, the atmosphere was as tense as a drawn bowstring.

Kael’s POV The northern territory smells like pine and old blood. I've been here before, twice, both times for burials. This time feels worse. The meeting hall sits at the center of a stone fortress carved into the mountainside. Ancient, cold. Built by wolves who understood that power comes from appearing untouchable. I hate it already.