Norse Names Novels & Stories

I growled. “She’s not your mother, Leda.” Lars said quietly. I raised my eyebrow, like I wouldn’t know my own mother?! He pointed toward a small golden plaque on the bottom of the portrait’s frame: ‘Sofie Guldbrandsen’ “She’s mine.” Everything went silent. All I could hear was the angry rush of blood in my ears. “I...I thought your name was Grimmor?” I stuttered; too confused to be apologetic. He smiled sadly and looked at the portrait. “A nickname – cruel, really. It means ‘ugly mother’ in Danish.” he told me

"No it is a thurse, I am not deaf. But I have no idea what that is" "A thurse is also known as a Jötnar or a giant". Siri smiles at me. "Wait a Jötnar ? Like in Utgard-Loki ? The ones Thor was fighting ? Aren't they the enemy ?" I don't claim to know too much about Norse mythology, but I remember reading about this.

My comrade in arms, as it were. Unlike me, he had a team. They were called the Helvegr and, aside from the Alpha, they all had wolf names from Norse mythology. Most of their crimes were robberies and camp breaks. They’d saved countless supernaturals in the last five years. I’d followed their work ever since my mother died. My very first crush was on Fenrir. Now he was right in front of me and he wanted me. I wanted him, too. He had to be my sealing partner. It would be almost as good as if I had a boyfriend.

I shrugged at that. He chuckled softly. His dimpled cheeks made him even more compelling. "Yeah, I get that a lot. People hear "Kristen" and think it's either a mispronunciation or madness." "In your case, I think it's neither." "I am from Norway. Born and raised, and over there, names like Kristen, Christian, and even Kjell are completely normal for men." "It's sort of a cultural thing, I guess?" "Sort of. My father was Kristen, my great-granddad, too. I guess I am just keeping the tradition alive." He smiled again.

Old Viking names and meanings: Toke – Thor, and helmet Bo – The resident Rune – Secret Birger – Keeper Ulf – Wolf Eir (Old Norse: [ˈɛir], "protection, help, mercy") is a goddess or valkyrie associated with medical skill.

“I want her name to be perfect, to capture everything she is.” “What about Dahlia?” Prescott spoke up for the first time since we got to the pack and I had to turn around to stare at my husband from where he was standing at the far end of the room. “Dahlia?” I asked, not believing Prescott would want to take up the task of naming my niece. “Why Dahlia?” Tamsyn asked from where she was lying down on the hospital bed. Prescott shrugged, standing before the window with his gaze out of the window. “It means 'flower' in Old Norse,” he explained. “It's a beautiful name, and it would suit her perfectly.”

"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

Eva Fenrir— The Primordial Wolf, Sköll— The Sun Hunter, Hati— The Moon Hunter, Fenris Graymane— Tribal Elder: Keeper of the Lore, Thiess the Sentinel— Heroic Defender, Remnar Monteal—Tragic Werewolf. My index finger paused, looming over the name. Remnar Monteal. Could Monteal mean the same Monteal I know? The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially.

their futures are different in her mind, they contain a purpose that she didn't realize before that she needed or wanted, a connection that makes it so much better. "If he's a boy, let's name him Erik." Loras proposes and Astrid rises her eyebrows. "Erik?" "It means absolute ruler in the old language. Erik the second was one of the greatest kings that our history knows." He explains and looks away in a rare sight of the king being a bit embarrassed. "I always wanted to name my child that way, but when Omar was born it was customary for the king to name the prince." "Alright then, my king. But if you choose the boy's name, I will choose it in case we have a girl. Diana."