Novel & Cerita Norse Names

"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.

After a while, Leo took off her wireless in-ear and handed it to me. “Fox has a few things to say.” I nodded and put the in-ear. “Fox?” [It’s all set. In the last 25 seconds before you go, I want to hear you promise you’ll name one of your kids after me.] I chuckled. “I don’t think Fox is good for a name, though.” [N-No, I mean, my real name. It’s Yggdrasil. You can call him Asil.] I paused. His name is from a sacred tree in Norse mythology. Wow. It was beautiful.

“Let’s head out.” She had driven her SUV and I climbed into the passenger seat, throwing my bag into the back seat. Getting in, Lila started the car and pulled out. “What are you calling him? I feel like you have run out of good names? Unless you’re actually going to name him after the superheroes.” I grimaced. “No. I have been calling him Vale.” “Unlike your mate, I am not well versed in any mythology, let alone Norse.” Smiling, I shook my head. “Vale was the son of Odin who avenged the death of his brother. He also was said to grow to full adulthood in a day.”

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."

I follow him, sitting cross-legged and facing him as he begins. “My mother’s ancestry stretches back to the old Norse mystics. Volur, they were called. Seeresses. Practitioners of seidr magic. They were believed to weave fate, to speak to spirits, and to manipulate minds and elements.” I listen intently as he speaks, his voice soft with reverent pride.

“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?”

"Alright, Alpha, what were your girl name choices then?" Hans smirked. "Freya. Or Astrid." I frowned. "Those are warrior names." "Exactly," Hans said with a satisfied nod. I gave him an exasperated look. "She would have been a baby, Hans. Not a seasoned warrior fresh off the battlefield!” "Details," he muttered. Rio snorted. "You two were never going to agree on a girl’s name, huh?" "Not in this lifetime, no." I grumbled before adjusting our son slightly. "Which is why I was relieved when we found out it was a boy. Because we had already agreed on a name."

She was nodding her head and the smile on her face told me that she really believed what she was saying. “Kiran, okay, let me go back to the beginning. The old gods spoke Old Norse but over time the different dialects formed new languages in the Scandinavian countries like Norway, Sweden and Iceland. Anyway, nobody speaks the old language anymore so my guess is that it can only be the language of the gods and given the magic you were born with and the added magic you got from your mother, you also inherited her ability to speak it while you do magic.” “So anybody can learn those languages and do their magic.” It didn’t seem so great to me and I wondered what the hell she was on about.

I tell the wolf, and I see its eyes rest on me. “I doubt you know about Odin, Thor, and all the other gods. The other countries we went to never did.” I tell them. “But anyway, Odin is the king in Valhalla the home of the gods, Thor is the thunder God, and then there are gods like Baldur, Frigg, Heimdall, Tyr, and Idun. That is just some of them. And, of course, there is Freya, whom I have been named after.” I tell them, and it looks like they are listening.

“Because in the last book, my therapeutic killing of him was so macabre they made me remove it and fix it.” Cruz’s brows which were meeting in the middle now jacked up high on his forehead. “I know you said you killed him off in every book. Which character was he in this one? I couldn’t pinpoint him.” “Did you know the name Odin, which stems from the Norse God mythology, has many different names in Old Norse mythology? I always make it a minor character, but I always use one variation of his name. In this book he was Bǫlverkr. It means evil doer.”