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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."

Which meant everyone noticed—just not consciously. By midday, fatigue dulled arrogance. Lunch was quieter than the day before. Seraphine sat alone this time, vampire royals giving her space without understanding why. Kael argued with his pack in hushed tones. Riven laughed, but his eyes were sharp. Alpha ate, listened, watched. Two tables over, another Alpha candidate—Marek—boasted loudly about his lineage, power flaring unchecked. A faculty member passed by. Marek’s aura vanished instantly.

My eyes roamed the silver like ore, over the odd language, and a breath caught in my throat as I saw the symbol. The cross with one missing arm. "Holy shit," The words tumbled before I could stop them; the vampire attack, Kyrell's notes - all of it connecting. "What does this symbol mean exactly?" "Honestly, I don't know... The closest thing I found to resemble that type of cross, or symbol, is an ancient symbol in the Norse language. Laguz meaning a body of water or lake," Of course, once we get a step forward we are then thrusted four steps back...

I don't claim to know too much about Norse mythology, but I remember reading about this. "It is important not to mix belief and fairytales into our reality. Like we are careful not to call hamram for werewolves, superstition is also colouring the knowledge of our helping spirits. Trolls steal kids, elven girls make men drown, Christmas elves make mischief. All those things are made up to scare people to change to a new belief". Siri explains. "Like christianity did with the horned God". I mumble to myself.

Holy shit, I can feel his emotions. "Fenrir." I called him. Fenrir is the son of Loki and a wolf in Norse Mythology so the nickname I have given him seems fitting. I can feel his amusement of my little nickname for him along with the sly smile he lets loose. "Well, someone is in a glorious mood today." His baritone voice is completely fitting, unfortunately. I don't particularly care for the actual concern I feel coming from him. What the fuck? I can't ask Ness because I have her cloaked to ensure that the Mate bond isn't detected, so I am totally on my own here. "I didn't see you for the run last night, it was a full moon."

“But Kolya is just a bannik.” “Perhaps he seems so, appearances-wise, but his bloodline speaks otherwise.” Anya's head swum. Memories of the old tales of the gods told round the hearth-fire by Dmitri surfaced in her mind. She recalled the thunder god Perun, king of storms, and his rival jovial Veles, lord of cattle and the leafy green underworld. She thought of the golden spring god Jarilo and his lover Morena, goddess of winter, death, and witchcraft, eternal enemy of Chernobog.

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

Hoder then put Odin's hand on his statue and it received the breath of life. Then the happy Hoder invited all the Aesir to Idovall, the great central plain of Asgard. But great were the astonishment and disappointment of the gods when Hoder introduced the new Baldur. Several Aesir spoke of affront and disrespect to Baldur's memory, because the new Baldur was hideous and hunchbacked. Frigg and Odin's hearts were further hurt, and the latter condemned Hoder to exile, by promising him that his next born brother would come to claim justice for Baldur. However, Mimir the "god of remembrance", Vidar the "god of revenge", Bragi the "god of poetry and the arts" and Thor the "god of lightning and war

I leaned forward, my brows furrowing, and stared at the screen. Everything we’d learned at the academy had indicated that Fenrir was a wolf, not a shifter. He was the offspring of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Angrboda, a giantess also known as the mother of monsters. The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other.

Within mere moments, moans and wet sounds began to fill the room and Fallon Shepard patted the head of a female like a dog as she crawled on all fours to his side and began parting his robes from his body. “You probably have heard of them from ancient Norse texts perhaps; maybe in history museums as mere figments of legends. I know them as kin though. You might have heard them referred to as The Fenrir Wolf and his children- Sköll and Hati Hróðvitnisson. Hati is our sire, or otherwise known as the Devourer of the Moon.” He threw off his robe and only had one deep blue stone on a chain around his neck, the light glistening off of the afghanite stone. He grabbed the female’s head, bringing her