Norse Pagan Bible Novels & Stories

Rebecca shakes her head timidly and swallows hard. "No? Then let me enlighten you," he practically purrs, rubbing his hands with an eagerness to put her in her place. "Loa means black magic. Sindre, and I have spread the black dust over Asgard to get these savage Vikings to work for us." His tongue traced over his chipped and yellow teeth. Sindre claps his hands mockingly at the imagery of the defeated Vikings.

She held her hands and pushed her away. "Pagal tu nahi ho? Aise kon jhinjhoti hai?" Zoya yelled, flexing her shoulders. (Are you mad? Who shakes someone like this?) "Me pagal hon? Yeh Jo tum bhatakti aatmaon ki tarah nikal pari thi 'did you hear that' karti Hui woh? Meri jaan halaq me agaye this Chalo yahan se" Hadiya mimicked Zoya as she dragged her away from the scene. Zoya looked back once, the scene she saw and the throbbing pain she was feeling was something extraordinary. The voices were the same. She had heard them. She has heard them before in her nightmares. The woman looked familiar but she doesn't know why. Her nightmares and these voices were the cause of her panic attacks.

“Benji, tell us what you have figured out so far!” “I thought you would never ask. Here is the facts first. Nancy and I discovered… Drum roll please!... Ciara is a descendent from Nordic Ancient Gods!!” Benji squealed with delight which sounded like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. “Her pack is around this area of the North and guess what! They are still ALIVE and Kicking!” she pointed towards the map on the TV screen. “But wait there is more! According to the journal, her mother is a distant descendant of one of Odin’s wolves, Geri or Freki, not sure which, but that doesn’t really matter right now. What matters is this connection to Odin’s wolves. According to legend, Geri and Freki would

someone was using her as the sacrificial bond. And Aegon was unknowingly delivering the blows. Vimon’s hands shook as she reached for the moonwater vial. “We’re not just racing against time,” she whispered. “We’re racing against a ritual already in motion.” A creak at the door startled her. Nico entered, eyes sharp, face pale. “I think I found the connection.” He placed an old book on the table, dust trailing from its spine. The title was etched in a language long forgotten by most of the pack. Lunaris Venandi. Moon Hunters.

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...

She raised her hand at me, gesturing to stop talking, so I did. After looking into the bowl for a short while, she stared up at Fenrir, a dark haze across her facial features as she gazed at him. “There is a woman, a woman you hurt in the past, and with her last breath, she swore you to a mad animal rage. The only solution to this is that you find a genuine love, true love that can reverse it.” Namilla spoke clearly yet I had a hard time understanding the simplicity. “I don't understand you, old hag.” Fenrir's defiant voice spoke my thoughts. “You. Are. Cursed.”

I chuckled as I let him into my house. "Long enough." He shrugged, taking his coat off and placing it on the coat hook. "You're early," I stated as we made our way into the kitchen where my parents were. "I'm still in my pyjamas." I looked down at my pyjamas that had red nosed reindeers all over them. "Yes, and they're very cute." Orion nudged me. "Good morning, Orion. Merry Christmas." My mom smiled as she placed down a plate of pancakes on the table. He had been spending a lot of time with me so he happened to come over a bit meaning he met my parents and they were growing fond of him.

I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin. “Ragnarök.” Tara braces her hands on the table on either side of the book. “It’s not an end, so much as a renewal. But for the gods, it’s very much an end.” “I don’t like the sound of that,” I say, dread piercing my heart. “You know, since they’re using Nathan and I as avatars for gods in their little plan.”

Immediately, I continued the discussion I had with the High Priestess by saying, "Let’s talk about what you said before, High Priestess. What do you mean by 'I’m part of the prophecy'?" Claire, the High Priestess, looked at me as she asked me, "Have you read the Book of All Beliefs to All Beings?" The Book of All Beliefs to All Beings was our holy scripture. Not only for us werewolves, but other creatures as well. That book was a guide to each creature's belief. It was the only one that united us supernatural creatures. However, there were some pages missing in the book when it came to prophecy regarding the Everlasting Winter.

The other spell bag had been larger, and, rather than a little sun and moon charm, it had been tied off with a pentacle. “Isn’t that the sign of the Devil?” I’d frowned, holding the bag cautiously on the base of both palms. Rowan had rolled her eyes. “No,” she’d said firmly, with the air of someone teaching a very young child something incredibly basic. “That’s a common misconception. Upside down, it’s the sign of the goat. Much like everything else, even down to Christmas trees, the Christians stole from the Pagans, and turned the beauty of the religion into something dark and scary and barbaric.”