Norse Pagan Bible Novels & Stories

Translating the words: ‘To the one who reads this. I, Brynjarr Guldbrandsen, Dragon King of Norway, and my family before me have had possession of this book for thousands of years now. We are its guardians, and hold it in readiness for the one who will truly need it. No one may possess this book without our blessing, along with that of the God, Sol, who gave this book to my family to protect. If you are the one we give this to, then you have our blessing, and our blades should you need them.’ Ash looks at her, then back at the book.

"And with me here now you won't be hurt ever again vee, I promise you that" "I hope so" I replied I got up and followed mum to the library, passing Sophie and Jason on my way. They tried to get my attention but I was oblivious to my surroundings and kept on walking. We got to the library and headed straight to the norse mythology section, I raised my eye browse as mum pulled out a rather larger old dusty book about ragnarok. "Ragnarok" I questioned as mum put the book down on the table. "Yeah, I don't know how I didn't make the connections earlier, my grandma used to tell me a story at bed time and thinking about what you have said it is similar"

The edges of the mask looked as though they were stitched or welded into the flesh of a ghostly white, glabrous head. The cloaked servants ceased chanting at once, and Nowk stared down at the silhouetted visitor and answered, “Ragnarok!” “Fear the Darkness, my children, as you would fear the siren’s tongue, for it will seek to poison your mind and blind you with false treasures, and not even my blessed Light can bear you hence.” -The Gospel of Glimmra

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

“Nora, I don’t want you to freak out over this. As of right now, there is no information I have that can properly identify whatever that thing was.” “Do you think it will come back?” My heart grew heavy in my chest with uncertainty. “I don’t know. I hope I never come across it again,” I told her lightly. “Thank you for helping me find this.” Nodding her head, Nora left me to begin reading through the book. I sat down at one of the empty tables and began skimming through the pages. Most of which were in Latin, but many of the entries came with some great illustrations. Ogres, Nymphs, Warlocks, Incupi, Magicians...Demons.

“Once. And for all.” (Witch’s POV – Lena) The camp had gone quiet. Only the distant crunch of patrol boots over gravel broke the stillness. In my tent, the air was thick with sage smoke, curling in silver threads toward the low lantern glow. My sisters sat across from me, their faces pale in the flickering light. Nora spread a worn leather-bound book on the table between us, its spine cracked, pages edged with soot from gods-knew-how-many other battles. “This thing isn’t just feeding,” she whispered. “It’s tethered. Something or someone is anchoring it here.”

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.

I leaned forward, my brows furrowing, and stared at the screen. Everything we’d learned at the academy had indicated that Fenrir was a wolf, not a shifter. He was the offspring of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Angrboda, a giantess also known as the mother of monsters. The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other.

Each word he signed added to the rich tapestry of Aqualearia's lore, and as the tale unfolded, their connection deepened, and the barriers between them seemed to dissolve. "In the time when the world was still young, there existed a powerful and ancient being known as the giantess Angrboða," Finrir signed with eloquence, his hands forming precise gestures to convey the story. "From her union with the great trickster god Loki, three remarkable children were born."

Her cold breath brushed against my cheeks while she whispered, “This will hurt!” Her mouth opened wide, showing rows and rows of knife-sharp canines. Several jaws, piranha, snake, and monster were all I managed to think of before she jolted forward, and they all pierced my skin. Like a chainsaw ripping my skin, knives piercing my flesh, the last thing I felt was her ice-cold tongue brush over my throbbing skin as her jaws bit down even further. -- The Norns were the Norse goddesses of fate, represented by three sisters named Urd, Verdandi, and Skuld. They lived underneath the world tree and wove the tapestry of fate.