Norse Pagan Bible Novels & Stories

I asked, my curiosity hitting the top. Dad's lips curved up as he sipped his tea, " That's right. Historia Lycanthropos & Fenrisufr- one of the ancient books that held the right history of Lycanthropes, their descendants, werewolf, Fenrir and the Moon goddess!" As Dad explained, I flipped the page, feeling the cool touch of the leather. " I can't understand this language! " I furrowed my brows, attempting to understand what language it was.

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

“Very. The kind of old that still smells like blood and fire. The books are written in multiple tongues. Some I can’t even name. But the wards around the room… they were protective. Ancient. Whoever hid it didn’t want it found, but they also didn’t want it destroyed.” Draven narrowed his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell us this earlier?” “Because I wasn’t sure what I was looking at,” Nora said truthfully. “But last night, after the eclipse… I went back in. And I found this.” She held up a torn page. We crowded around her as she laid it on the table. The page was yellowed, brittle, with ink that shimmered faintly beneath the torchlight. I couldn’t understand the writing. Neither could Draven. But t

"How desperate! The last words of a dying goat? I killed the King, and enjoyed doing it, the last prince will be executed tomorrow. And, I can't wait to drink your blood... It will be a great accompaniment to the meat for my birthday." "And it will be the birth of your death and downfall too. Finally the Athmata will find a way of purging out all imperfections, all impunity. A savior will arise, and he'll come with a new dawn, darkness will not stand him, it's all written in the Oracles of Times." "Who will save you woman? I love seeing how you throw the last kicks as you drown into extinction. You and all your line. I'll have a show to show you tomorrow- how will you love seeing your son's

I got a quick affirmative from the guard, the link ending as the chanting around me started to get louder as I crowded up onto the table with the sacrifice. The old tome that was discovered in Greece thirty years ago lay open next to Jessabella’s head, the book bound in werewolf skin and written in blood nearly translated in modern day English in it. At a nod from me, the wolves in the room started the chant fully; embracing the dark science as I began to lay on top of her. “Goddess, we call your sacred name! Hear our call and come to us! Nix of the moon, daughter of the sun, Lady of the night! We call upon you, we offer you our blood, our hearts, and Life!”

We all nod in agreement with Johnny. “The other books that mention the amulet seem to mainly be Pagan, Norse, Celtic or Viking fairy tales. The more modern stories seem to be variations of these stories.” “What are the stories about?” I ask yawning. “Mainly light versus dark, that sort of thing, or adaptations of that story like most fairy tales really. I’m going to read through again when I get chance. But for now I have other things to work on” Just as Johnny called it a night and for us to go to bed Will walked in and scooped up Rae in his arms. They left giggling and I couldn’t help but think they were so cute. They looked the perfect pair, they complimented each other in every way it wa

She had gifts. However, as she grew, she learnt to fight she became a fierce shield maiden. However, she knew she had darkness in her, but she never gave in to it. I watched as she grew. Others feared her for her connection to the God of Hell, me. We came up with the pagan story of the wolf of Hell in order to stop the human world from taking a turn for the worst. Ragnarök, as it is known, and so it worked. The pagan’s wouldn’t favour war if their omens called for defeat. I would watch as she healed wounded men and women in the shield wall and even wounded animals.

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?

Theo's POV In my defense, the ward instruction manual was in Old Norse. Not modern Norse. Old Norse. The kind that hadn't been in common usage since approximately the eleventh century and which I read at an intermediate level on a good day, and today was not a good day because I'd been up since five AM thinking about what Zara Osei had said to Audrey in the courtyard and what it meant and why it had made Audrey's face do the thing it did when she was filing something under handle later with extreme urgency.

"Elemental forces, I call upon you now. Earth, air, fire, and water, lend us your strength. Unleash your power and reveal the hidden threads of deception. By the earth beneath our feet and the winds that carry our pleas, expose the puppeteer who pulls the strings. Eortha, Aero, Fȳr, and Waeter, aid us on our quest. Sibbe Secgengetan!" I watched as she continued to chant: "Stars that adorn the night sky, guide us on this quest for truth. Let your radiance illuminate the path before us. By the constellations that govern destiny, grant us clarity and insight into the machinations of our enemies. Stjornur, leiðbeina oss á þessari leið til sannleiks. Ljóma á undan okkur!" I took a deep breath as