Odin's Table Novels & Stories

And there was only one person who had studied enough ancient magic to even begin to comprehend the danger we were facing. Odin. I stormed through the corridors, my feet carrying me with the force of desperation, until I reached the entrance to Odin’s quarters. The guards stepped aside as I approached, recognizing the urgency in my expression. Without waiting for them to open the door, I kicked it open myself, my heart thundering in my chest. Odin was sitting at his desk, a large tome open before him, but the moment he saw me carrying Fiona’s motionless body, his eyes widened in alarm. He stood quickly, knocking over a vial of ink in his haste.

I obeyed, drawing upon every ounce of strength as I chanted the prophecy: "This is the prophecy of the Order. Hear now, for we shall return when: One born of royalty, One born of sin, Three brought together, Brothers of another, Together in trust and power, They will restore the natural order. Dark and light, together they shall fight, When the planets align, they must combine. Blood of a queen, blood of a hunter, blood of an alpha, Together to restore the balance.” As I finished, a sharp, searing pain tore through my stomach. Looking down, I saw the edge of a sword. Turning, I came face-to-face with a man I knew all too well—the one who was supposed to protect and guide us but had been corr

I can smell my own blood trickling down my wrists onto my dress as I continue to pull. “Evelyn stop!” Noah’s voice enters my head but his eyes are fixed on his mate. I look around the container, damn…something…anything to help us. Odin seems to stop as he enters the daylight outside. He sniffs the fresh air and turns with an odd smirk on his face. He walks back inside and his behaviour remains bizarre. He crouches down and I don’t notice it until he pull is out. There is a cut-out part of the shipping container’s floor.

My name is Jake Miller. I work part-time as a freelance errand runner. Most of my jobs are pet sitting visits—feeding cats and dogs while their owners are away. The work is simple, flexible, and clients usually trust me to follow a checklist: refill water, top off food, take photos, and send updates. One day, I picked up a high-paying errand. The address was in one of the city’s most exclusive neighborhoods. The note was short: Feed Mimi. Key available at the front gate. Follow instructions once inside.

One of Dagon's witches’ steps forward and begins to chant as she tries targeting me. "You think your power can touch a goddess? The Goddess of Death, who is also under the protection of the strongest sorcerer of our world?" I step forward, slowly drawing from her power and draining her life source. "No one has Odin in this fight, Dagon might have been fooled into thinking you possess such power but my coven knows better." The witch scoffs when Ruby presses forward, making our eyes glow brighter.

"The fair lady will not survive, even if she was meant to. The smell from this place would send her back to the other side." I eyed him. "How dare you?" I growled, my anger growing. "I will get to work now," Odin replied, and bent beside the lady, not wanting to provoke me. I picked up the empty wine gourds and the dried bones lying around the place quietly while Odin checked her pulse. I stole occasional glances at them. I knew everything he was doing, but I did not want to indulge the moon goddess.

, the lady said as she wrapped her arms around Odin's hugging her tight, it was indeed a good reunion between mother and child. After they have parted, Odin said "Mother I really need to know everything and have all my old memories back". ****************** The witch was livid as she excuses herself and went to her innermost chamber where a human stood like that of a statue, her hands raised in the air as if to block something coming towards her. No one has ever entered this room except her, she gave out the order and no one dread to know what was in the room. "You think you have won because Odin is back again? You have failed Olin", the shadow witch said to the still statue. The Olin has a

Brandon whispered, but we all heard him. “There are different supernaturals here; mind link doesn’t work here,” Odin said, his hand behind his back. His posture was like that of a king, and I smiled. “So, how do we communicate?” he asked. “Your mind link is weak here, but if you are in isak, it would work perfectly,” he said. “Because there are different supernaturals here?” he asked. “Yes,” Odin replied, and he nodded his head. “Let’s go,” he said, and I entered the carriage with Otto, Odin, Quinn and Ario and it started moving.

I sank into the seat across from Vasil's chair as he started pulling books from the sheles. "Olympians," he said. "The egyptian gods all the way down to Merlin are generally all considered the same species." "Merlin's not a witch?" He scowled at me. "No. He's not, contrary to all that bullshit about angels and demons going around in the human world." I chuckled. Het the books on the table and sighed. "If I had to guess, your aesir line is related to whoever Woten actually is." "Odin?" I gawked. "The one-eyed All-Father?"

Odin replied, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips. THE END