Norse Mythology Novels & Stories

I scramble to my feet to follow her when she looks at me with a sinister smile on her lips as the portal closes. Fuck! I clutch my hair as a chuckle comes from behind me. I turn to face them. Fenrir, Theo, and Nicholas all walk into the office. Just great! “Where is she?” Fenrir asks as he stalks closer to me and I look at him. Fenrir is Gaia’s father and was the God of Hell and Harbinger of Death before he handed the title over to Gaia. He made me the ruler of Hell until she was old enough to take over and so she took me as her Beta even though I am an Alpha.

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 els

What the hell…? A man falls from the sky, wearing a simple white robe, a sword clings to his hip, and gold jewellery hangs off his wrists, Earth Nymph. He cuts down the Goblins with a single wave of his hand. The treasures, metals and bones hidden within Eldora fly out and pierce through the creatures. Until there is only a puddle of oil – goblin blood – around us, Fenrir growls warningly, and the man flickers his dark gaze to us, "at ease, Norse God. At this moment, I do not wish you harm," he declares loudly.

My body and mind are present, but I can feel the spirit push into my consciousness and take control. “Jormungandr, brother?” The voice that came out of my mouth was not mine. I would assume it was Arcas, but the voice was female. Feeling the Amory’s power, I can feel the energy and it does not feel male like I would assume Arcas would feel like. Erik’s head tilts side to side like he is trying to place the voice. Going back to my history, Jormungandr and Fenrir are brothers, but they had a sister that married Arcas. Hel is the ruler of Niflheim, but everyone just calls it Hel after her. After Ragnarök, Loki, her father, was imprisoned, and she was tasked to keep him from getting out.

“Your kind is familiar with runes, right?” “Of course,” Nathan answers for both of us. Personally, I slept through that class in school. “The spell on the queen uses runes from Tyr’s aett; you’re familiar with Tyr?” Jonah pauses to check. “The Norse god of war. He sacrificed his arm to trap Fenrir,” Nathan says. “That,” I agree quietly. “Well, Tyr’s aett is all over her.” Jonah points his finger at Nathan. “And you are bound with etheric chains.” Nathan shakes his head. “I’m unfamiliar with the term.”

The Norse Gods told of a story; a story of the end of times. They told of a time when their lineage will end; their blood dispersed to the furthest ends of the Universe – the Ragnarok. For millennia they had been trapped under its curse, fated to die by the hands of beings of destruction and be reborn only moments after. It was because of this dastardly curse that they who had been born long before the times of the Origin Divine Artefacts hadn’t mastered the power to go against them. For their constant birth and rebirth left them weak and unimpressive. Yet that curse had been broken by the one called Odin, granting him the title of Allfather. They grew stronger and finally had the power wort

“That depends on which realm you’d like to discuss.” Jessica shook her head. “Vanaheim.” “Before or after Ragnarök?” “I get it, you’re a nerd.” Malachi smiled and saw the ends of her mouth turn up into a small smile. “Vanaheim was the home of the Vanir gods, Njord, Freya and Freyr. It’s the realm of magic, predictions, prophecies, and sorcery. It’s where most witches choose to go after they die.” “Good to know you’re not just a pretty face, Malachi.”

That's why the black wolves are so strong, they are the children of god monsters according to Norse legend. He said that over the years the black wolves did fade out but it’s still common for wolves in Norway to have a lot of black in their fur. He seemed surprised by how rare it is for wolves here in North America to have even a tiny bit of black and their fur. How it’s treated a bit like a status thing because it proves your descendant of the original Alpha and his sons. He then went on to explain an old pack legend about how a black wolf, a son of Fenrir, will find a mate that holds not one but two blessings, blessings bestowed upon her by Sol and Mani and together they would rule over al

Who am I to question a thousand year old prediction made by some long dead oracle? But I digress. So, the Council believes that since the prophecy says a "daughter of Sköll" in it, specifically mentioning the very male Norse God that werewolves are believed to hail from, means that the father must be a werewolf while the mother is a witch. Otherwise the verse would have said the "daughter of magic" or the "daughter of (insert gods name here)" Hermes, Loki, Thoth, take your pick. But no. It said daughter of Sköll.

Her cold breath brushed against my cheeks while she whispered, “This will hurt!” Her mouth opened wide, showing rows and rows of knife-sharp canines. Several jaws, piranha, snake, and monster were all I managed to think of before she jolted forward, and they all pierced my skin. Like a chainsaw ripping my skin, knives piercing my flesh, the last thing I felt was her ice-cold tongue brush over my throbbing skin as her jaws bit down even further. -- The Norns were the Norse goddesses of fate, represented by three sisters named Urd, Verdandi, and Skuld. They lived underneath the world tree and wove the tapestry of fate.