Norse Mythology Novels & Stories

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

She would remember King Ragnar's request every time she saw Aslaug who seemed rather bored with her life too with nothing interesting to do that would catch Sophie's attention until one day a man appeared out of nowhere and as Helen had told Sophie he was known by the name of Harbard and it wasn't the first time he came to Kattegat. That Harbard was the reason behind the disrupted relationship between the Queen and her husband as Helen had told Sophie. He was rumored to be a God, some even say he is Loki as he tricked Queen Aslaug into laying with him more than once about sixteen years ago which King Ragnar had eventually known of, and got angry with her, and ever since they had a really rou

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

“In Norse mythology, Hati is the name of the wolf that chases the moon. He’s also commonly known as the devourer of the moon or the wolf of the night. The raven of thought is one of the two ravens that brought back knowledge about the world to Odin, the Almighty God in Norse mythology. The raven’s name is Hugin. And his name literally meant ‘thought’ which is where he gets the name of ‘the raven of thought’.” All three were silent for a long time after this. Finally Ren spoke up. “I don’t like the feeling of this,” he said uncomfortably. “It seems to me like there’s some organisation out there that had Hati on their blacklist. A

"Davina Lynne Lothbrok Birthdate: 9/21/2005 Weight: 7lbs 6ounces Time: 5:23pm" "This is mine Ragnar, why was it hidden?" "Turn it around Davi" So I turned it around for it to show what hospital I was born in, which wasn't the one here, also it had a name on it, one I had only ever seen in our history books when talking about a royal family, the first werewolf family there ever was. "Freyja Mani" Old Norse for The Lady, Goddess of beauty, love, sex, war, and fertility. Mani was the God of the Moon.

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."

“But this is not a class on raven legends. Now, who knows what other animal Odin kept with him?” A few hands raised, and I was able to give the answer, “The wolves, Geri and Freki.” “Yes. Now,” Professor Anderson clapped her hands, “the stories of Geri and Freki link our kind to defenders of deity, along with the ravens. Others link them to the shapeshifter, Loki. Many of our Nordic brothers and sisters believe that the ancestor who gave them the ability to shift is, in fact, the god Loki through his son, Frenrir.”

Her goddess gift of strategy is about to be clutch. One of the Valkyries Gondul sent out comes streaking through the sky, landing right in front of her. “Mist!” Gondul calls, just before she lands. “Where is Hrist?” “Still keeping watch,” Mist replies. “The demons are pouring out of the gates. Fenrir is with them—leading—alongside a god we don’t recognize.” “Fenrir?” Summer asks. “You mean the Norse werewolf?” Gondul turns to us, her face unreadable. “Yes. But if you are under the All-Father’s protection—and that of your goddess—then you have nothing to fear. He cannot control you.”

Galindra realized. 'You are filled with madness.' King Melario exclaimed, sitting on his stone-polished throne atop of a high dais. 'I cannot accept this child'. He turned his head away as Galindra looks straight at him. Her eyes got shade of purple. Those could easily daze the king, yet the sorcerer got no time for tricks. 'Everything I said is true Melario. One day the realm of Nordor will bleed from war and chaos, and this child shall bring peace and save us all from great destruction. He is the son of your late sister, Princess Linara, to Prince Menandro of Athrandur'. Galindra knelt and raised the child—a rare thing to do for powerful beings like sorcerers. ‘Here, I am, my king, humblin

They devour it before anyone notices. Across the table, Loviatar leans toward Hel—the Norse goddess of death—and starts speaking in the god’s tongue. They think I don’t understand. They’re wrong. I whisper an incantation. The words twist in the air and slide into meaning. “Have they gotten everyone in your pantheon into the cells?” Loviatar asks, her voice a dry rasp. “Nearly,” Hel replies. “My father, Loki, hid Fenrir, Narfi, and Vali. That might complicate things. Then again, Father usually only looks out for himself.”