Norse Myths Novels & Stories

She just didn’t know if she could get her head wrapped around what it would mean if she was wrong, and what Max said was right. If by chance Fenrir was the real deal, he should be a fucking giant wolf. She didn’t mean a two hundred pound cujo. She meant like crush your house under foot kind of giant. She was pretty sure she didn’t see any giants wandering around nowadays. But according to Norse legend there were realms, nine of them in fact and one of them was where giants were from. To top it off Fenrir had two siblings, one of them was named Hel. So what the fuck? Who were these people and why did she feel like she was falling down a rabbit hole?

“My name is from Norse myth… what was that word?” “Mythology. You can say Norse myth, and people will have an idea of what you mean,” Daddy explained. He set his plate on the table and knocked over a picture frame. “Oops. Sorry, Freya, didn’t mean to knock you over.” He picked the frame up and showed me it was a picture of me in my flower girl dress. “See, you sit right here beside my bed. So when I go to bed, I can always say good night, even when I don’t get to see you.” “I like that picture, Daddy.”

— Grímnismál (The Lay of Grímnir) Chapter 1 This was a night from a long, long time ago— so distant that the great war of Ragnarök had yet to begin, when the divine race had only just split into two tribes, when Odin, King of the Gods, and Loki, the God of Fire, had only just sworn brotherhood, and Asgard was still a newly built city... On this night, a gentle breeze carried four young maidens here. A desolate garden, trembling branches, and a clear, ringing song echoed across the empty ice fields: ※ “Beyond Vanaheim, in a faraway land, there lies a new world. Far from this magnificent city, there is a place called Jotunheim— a land of beauty, Jotunheim. There, all things shine, and the star

“Who, according to myth, will one day devour the sun at the time of Ragnarok and kill Odin, the god-king.” “Sun?” asked the wolf. “I am not sure what it is. Or why I must eat it.” “How about Amarok?” Freya pitched in. “The legendary giant wolf who stalked and killed humans in the night, as punishment for their… foolishness.” “This, I like. Tell me more.”

I say, telling him just small bits of the gods. “That is a lot of gods.” He says, and I nod my head. “So you are named after one of them?” He asks. “Yes. I am.” I say and smile. “Do every one of your people value wolves?” He asks. “Most fear them because of an old prophecy, that the wolf Fenris one day will kill Odin and start Ragnarok,” I tell him. “Ragnarok?” He asks and sounds interested. “Everything will be dark, cold, full of ice and snow.” I tell him and he looks at me.

The woods were literally between our house and the town, which was best for protecting howling wolves from prying eyes. In ancient times Herodotus wrote of the Neuri, a nomadic tribe from Scythia which later became part of Russia. If folklore were to be believed, they were a tribe of magical men who could change into wolves. If you asked Malachi, he would laugh and say that those men probably wore wolf skins because of the harsh climate of Russia and were mistaken for wolf men. Nobody can be certain when wolf people first originated, but the wolf god, Fenrir, is universally accepted by all wolf packs as the first creator of our kind. Although Fenrir had no magic of his own, Freyja represente

“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.”

“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.”

"This one, yes. But so much of humanity's understanding of the supernatural is misremembered bits and pieces from the time when we lived in something like harmony... The time before the Moon Wars." I hummed. "You think you'll figure something based on how it was remembered?" "Basically. It's a shot in the dark, but I have to start somewhere." "That sounds fascinating. What myth are you reading about right now?" "I'm researching the story of Ragnarok, specifically Fenrir's role in it," he explained. "It's a captivating tale, a significant event in Norse mythology." "Why?" He smiled. "My ancestor, the first black wolf we know of, was named Fenris. It's an alternative name to Fenrir, a premier

“You are but not cause you are hearing voices.’ "My voice is called Sif." Ingrid said. "Mine is Joro." Olivia smiled. "As in Norsk mythology?" They both nodded with smiles. "Odin's wife and Thor's wife. I'm a little concerned about mine." "What do you mean?" Ingrid asked, tilting her head to one side. "Well, in Norsk Mythology mine is the Goddess of death and ruler of Helheim." I muttered, not sure how to take this information. "Hela." Olivia smiled. "It is good to have you with us Hela, thank you for protecting our pup."