Norse Names Novels & Stories

"A fine name indeed." "Hey what's the Gaelic word for fire?" she asked, watching a wisp of smoke unfurl from the young one's snout. "Aodh." "Is there anything you don't know?" "Maybe. Shamira grinned. "Aodh and Jörmungandr ," she said again. At least she'd finally gotten around to naming them.

"Naming feels like deciding something permanent, and I haven't been certain of much that's permanent lately." "Names can grow with them," Xander said. "They don't have to be a verdict. Just a beginning." She looked at her son's gold-flecked eyes, steady and assessing even now. "He's been watchful since before he was born," she said. "Reactive. Broadcasting. Always checking the room." She paused, turning the thought over. "Soren," she said finally. "It means something like stern, watchful, in some of the old northern dialects. I read it in one of the elder texts."

“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.”

Anger seeping into my words. Eloise frowned. Clearly he'd made more of an impact that I liked. When I left this bed I'd have to lock him back where he belonged. "Gerwulf," that voice rang out," what about his middle name? Does he have one? I mean-... I know wolves don't really care for that sort of thing, but... did-" she shortly laughs," I mean does your father have a middle name?" I raised a brow, almost surprised she didn't know. He had been her Alpha at one point," Finn is his middle name."

“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. And without a doubt, someone has been interfering with us.”

Lyric Pria’s Beta, a surly looking man called Emile (formerly Aemilius, as he told me) is behind the wheel. He’s taking turns with Haldor’s Beta Silja, to drive. I find it interesting that the viking wolves never felt the need to change their names, but everyone else did. “What was your ancient name?” I ask Noah. Across from us, sitting in seats facing us, Pria and Haldor smile at me like I’m some kind of adorable toddler or something.

She knew Evgeni wouldn’t have wanted us to delay the wedding for him. “He would have loved to witness your wedding. So, on behalf of the both of us, I’d like to welcome you to the Scarfoni family.” My heart swells with warmth, and I feel like I’m going to be okay. “Thank you so much. That means a lot to me.” She kisses my cheeks and says, “Munu sterkr smár einn.” I love this blessing of strength in the Old Norse language, the language the Knights still use. I love that women like Mira speak it because of their thoroughbred linage which goes right back to the founding fathers from the Viking era.

“What a beautiful name. It suits you, actually.” “How nice of you to say that,” her cheeks painted a tint of red. “What about yours?” “My name is Fenrir. Fen, for short.” “Hmm... I think I read that name somewhere.” “My parents named me after a wolf god of Norse mythology, or so I was told.” As the conversation continued, the sun sunk into the horizon and out came the moon. Then my heart stomped rapidly within my chest. The heat inside my body circulated within my veins. Every breath burned my lungs. I have to get out of here!

mum replied "My wolfs name, how did you get ragnarok from Lagertha?" "Lagertha is originally a viking name" mum answered "Ok thanks mum" then ended the mind-link " mum said she had a hunch based on my wolfs name" "Your mums right, i am named after the greatest shield maden, and I have made it my lifes mission to uphold her name with honor"

Vættir is a type of gnome from Iceland. 53. Huldra In Scandinavian fairy tales and folklore, the Huldra (another name in Swedish: Skogsrå or Skogsfru (meaning “girl of the forest”), and Tallemaja) is a legendary creature from the forest. Usually female. Seen from the front, they are naked with extremely beautiful faces, but when viewed from behind, their backs are hollow like tree holes in old tree trunks. In Norway, their back is not hollow, but they do have a tail (a cow's tail according to Norwegian belief, while for Swedes they have a cow's tail or a fox's tail) which is the only thing that distinguishes them from normal girls.