Norse Vampires Novels & Stories

“They said the corpse looked like it was ravaged by dogs. The article went into gore detail about the claw and bite marks, and how he was sucked dry.” We turned to another hallway and was immediately greeted by the huge framed portraits of all the captains the guild had over the years since it was established. It adorned both walls so walking through this particular hallway had always been my least favorite part in wrapping up a mission. It didn’t help either that each captain in the portraits held a frightening scowl on their faces. Why was it a requirement to scowl in photographs? I wish somebody smiled in pictures for a change. “Sucked dry?” Kyle inched closer. Our cheeks were touching, m

Hunter asked. I looked at Hunter, and was in awe that he was into this. "Yes, from each part of this world," she replied. "Woah," Hunter gasped, "That's amazing," his eyes lit up a bit, "But, aren't those elders only a myth?" "Nope," Salem responded, "Vorras of the north, the lord of sphynx; Anatolis of the east, the lady of witches; Dysis of the west, the count of vampires, and Notos of the south, king of wolves. They are our elders that shouldn't be forgotten."

To talk about sacrifice, me myself is one of his prime sacrifices as I have been dead and invisible for the World. I m his only beloved son but for the sake of his Clutch, I have been hidden from the World. I have respect his decision forever and will do it eternally. I don’t know much but Lilith told me when I was born, the devil priest saw the waves destroying the sun in my eyes. Sun is considered the biggest frailty of Vampires and it was destroyed by the waves. That was the time it was decided, my mission to destroy the most powerful enemy of Vampires, Werewolves.

She also asked for an explanation from Noura. "Pure vampires can only see the contents of this book. For example, the Waltons and Carltons. Or the Alfredos, if there are any." Arva rounded her mouth; no wonder she couldn't see anything. "I thought you used a magic spell." Noura gave Arva a strange look. Arva laughed at her ridiculous words. Noura is a vampire, not a witch. Oh my gosh, Arva. Stupid, stupid. *** Because Orlan and Jorge arrived at the Tongass Pack at three in the afternoon, they couldn't go to Tongass Forest to see the crime scene.

That's why the black wolves are so strong, they are the children of god monsters according to Norse legend. He said that over the years the black wolves did fade out but it’s still common for wolves in Norway to have a lot of black in their fur. He seemed surprised by how rare it is for wolves here in North America to have even a tiny bit of black and their fur. How it’s treated a bit like a status thing because it proves your descendant of the original Alpha and his sons. He then went on to explain an old pack legend about how a black wolf, a son of Fenrir, will find a mate that holds not one but two blessings, blessings bestowed upon her by Sol and Mani and together they would rule over al

"That gives us ten." "Shit," Sam cursed hatefully. "This isn't going to be a pretty ending then." "Why?" Kait asked her. "These are a unique set of zombies." Sam explained, like she had met a few. "And before you ask, yes I have." She uncoiled herself from me and pulled closer to Kait. Almost like she was scared. "They're Draug. Ancient zombies from Old Norse that have unparalleled strength and can grow on a whim." "You know this how?" Kait asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

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.

Then, a powerful voice rang out across the battlefield: “Guys—don’t be shy. Grab yourselves a snack.” Harpies shrieked in horror as hundreds of vampires appeared from nowhere on the batterfiled. Unlike wolves, they could fly—fast, merciless, and hungry. Vampires pounced on harpies, piercing their skin with fangs to drink them dry. Piercing screams of harpies filled the air, and they rushed to leave the fight, trying to escape the death.

The scent of fresh blood and the metallic tang of impending violence fill the air, a suffocating mix that only adds to the tension. Lorenzo grits his teeth, bracing himself. “Nyx,” he murmurs, glancing at her, “we’re not alone anymore. Look.” Nyx nods, her face set in determination. “Let’s end this, Lorenzo. For our pack. For Enzo.” With a battle cry, she launches herself at the vampire, her claws extended, eyes fierce. Lorenzo follows, his senses sharpened, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Vampires and wolves clash, snarling, biting, and slashing at one another in a brutal frenzy. Amid the chaos, Jennie raises her staff, chanting in an ancient language. A shimmering barrier begins to

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