روايات وقصص ضمن Norse Pagan Bible

It was like this, in that they are a race of the Norse pantheon of Nivadellir, being that it was one of the planets that came to their end, in which eons ago the great serpent of Ragnarok brought the end to the cosmos, towards several planets in its ancient adventure, between galactic exploration and galactic expansion. By the Norse descent of the gods, they were red-haired, because they were also descendants of German ancestors and ancient gods of the Germanic people in that distant galaxy, between when mixing with the peoples of the Mongols and ages coming from other cosmoses, towards various planets in their adventures of the great migration of the magical kingdom in the great exploration

Who am I to question a thousand year old prediction made by some long dead oracle? But I digress. So, the Council believes that since the prophecy says a "daughter of Sköll" in it, specifically mentioning the very male Norse God that werewolves are believed to hail from, means that the father must be a werewolf while the mother is a witch. Otherwise the verse would have said the "daughter of magic" or the "daughter of (insert gods name here)" Hermes, Loki, Thoth, take your pick. But no. It said daughter of Sköll.

"And trust me, it's getting cooler and I am getting interested and all the way in." Mercury said moving closer to the statue to have a good sight of it. "Be careful." I told her as she tried to touch it. Then she found some words carved in the book held by the soldier. "Okay. What do we have here, another Viking writing. Let's see what it says" I came close to have a look. "Hebrews chapter six versus nineteen. The blue walls?" Mercury read out as she looked at me in confusion. "The Bible. You must have one Mercury, you have a book shelf don't you?"

My lips twisted. I flipped through several more pages, skimming for new details and new hooks I could sink my teeth into. There wasn’t much more about Elyra specifically. There are plenty of vague threats about witches in general. But no clear *how* to undo what she’d done. Of course not. The people who wrote this liked to catalog disasters, not solve them. Frustration surged. I pushed the heavy book away and dragged the thinner, darker‑bound volume toward me—“Northern Lore,” Rowan had called it.

My eyes roamed the silver like ore, over the odd language, and a breath caught in my throat as I saw the symbol. The cross with one missing arm. "Holy shit," The words tumbled before I could stop them; the vampire attack, Kyrell's notes - all of it connecting. "What does this symbol mean exactly?" "Honestly, I don't know... The closest thing I found to resemble that type of cross, or symbol, is an ancient symbol in the Norse language. Laguz meaning a body of water or lake," Of course, once we get a step forward we are then thrusted four steps back...

"Ready to hear it?" She placed the book on the counter and opened it to a page near the back of the tome. Again, I looked at the pages and couldn't make any sense of what was written there in some language I had no familiarity with. Most of the letters looked like a strange combination of old Norse runes and the thick sweeping characters of Sanskrit. I pointed at the book. "You can actually read that?"

“Your kind is familiar with runes, right?” “Of course,” Owen answers for both of us. 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,” Owen says. “That,” I agreed quietly. “Well, Tyr’s aett is all over her.” Jonah points his finger at Owen. “And you are bound with etheric chains.” Owen shakes his head. “I’m unfamiliar with the term.”

It held information on curses, potions, and hexes along with ingredients, where to find them, the brewing process, and a lot more. It looked like an encyclopedia and a guide to being a mage. Freyge answered proudly, “It was my mother’s or so I was told.” If Calhoun was confused by the fact that a mage’s bible was in the hands of a werewolf, the fact that it was passed down from one werewolf to the other shocked him to the core. “Your mother’s? Are you sure?” Confusion spread on Freyge’s face and for a rough minute, he felt as if he had said something wrong.

Its pages had yellowed and were curving at the edges, but even then, I could sense the great power that it held. Symbols scrawled across the parchment in a language I didn't understand, but studying said symbols sort of made my eyes ache just from looking at them, so I looked away. "What language is that?" I asked, looking up at Thorne and I found that he had been watching me as well. "It's a Norse language that is now forgotten. But some witches and warlocks, such as myself, have taken time to learn it, simply because there are many who hid great information through the use of this particular language." Thorne explained, and signaled for us to sit down.

"I have seen that symbol before. In old texts. Very old texts. There is not much written about it, but I know a book that might help." He pulls a thin volume from the highest shelf. Dust rains down. He brushes it off and carries it back to the table. "This is a collection of Northern legends," he says. "Most of them are nonsense. But some of them mention the symbol." He opens the book and flips through the pages. --- I lean closer. Our shoulders almost touch. I catch the scent of him—pine and woodsmoke and something clean. "There," Ronan says. He points to a page. "Look."