Sigrid Mythology Novels & Stories

“We are joined tonight by avatars of the tri-mother, our own moon goddess! Flidais (pronounce FLIH dish) be praised that they have chosen to join us!” Howls erupted from the darkness in response and my hand clamped down on Kiara’s eliciting a small squeak of pain. Flidais? He invoked Flidais, goddess of the hunt? I supposed that was somewhat fitting, though she was often depicted as being at odds with Brigit and Morrigan. As for Cernunnos, well let's just say he was often seen hunting Flidais

Her father had been dismissive of her visions and had suspected that she had lost her sanity to the centuries, but Sigrid had stayed strong, certain that she had seen the truth. The zombie disaster of the past few weeks since the flood had been her vindication, and Samuel had been pleased to witness it. She had been generous in taking him in, and with her time and magic, guiding him through his sleeping mind, shaking free the details that he had not remembered on his own.

Regret was clearly visible on his face and he had to control hard to fight back his tears. Those innocent babies who died in their mother's womb was the most cruel thing he had to witness. But, by the time he was able to find that the food was poisoned, it had already spread in the body of both the ladies and it was not possible to save their babies at any cost. Everyone was dead within a matter of few minutes, there was no way by which he could have saved them. The most difficult part was to leave Mr. Samrat behind who was still alive at that time and leave with Natalie. The flashbacks from that tregedy turned Shera's wounds green once again.

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

“ That’s because Giané lied that she was his mate and Gaan stole her from him. He also said she was never raped but it was a lie.” “ This is too messed up.” “ But…the prophecy about her killing wolves…is that true?” “Yes, she was allowed to have those wolves traits so that she can have an upper hand killing wolves.” “ And my destiny is that true too?” “ Yes” “ then why is she my mate if we’re only meant to kill each other!” I exploded and she laughed softly. “ Maybe the gods is trying to give Sigard and Lygard a chance to be one again by making the two heirs from each city to love each other. This could go in two ways – either you kill each other or you love each other and bring Sigard and L

" Jax asked again The King chuckled... "No one noticed because no one conceive." Their faces hold confusion. "This is how the rumor starts. He was not born like us. The deities used the DNA of their carriers and their blood. And with their powers, the gift was born." "Wait, that makes him a demigod!" Theo exclaimed. Kaleb is feeling nervous suddenly. "Oh, I remember, I read it somewhere. There are only two people that are known as the deity's carrier. These people are the head councils of the Mages." Theo added. Kaleb felt more nervous. His hunch is confirmed when Theo speaks again... "The Knights."

Dan wriggled up and sat on Greg’s other side and Tom slid up, so that all four sat companionably together, their legs spread before them in an array of skin tones, sizes, and length. “I had a vision over two centuries ago,” Sigrid told them quietly, meshing her fingers in Tom’s on her knee. “A vision of monsters in Havermouth, and I knew… I knew that my purpose was to prevent their spread. To create an army to combat them. I began to turn my blood slaves and lovers to vampire. I was… panicked by what I had seen occur and that panic caused me to proceed without reflection.”

I began. That instantly captured their attention. Even Jiya looked at me curiously. "The four realms?" Abi asked. I nodded. "I’m not sure where I learned it, but maybe from books or someone told me," I said. They waited eagerly for me to continue. "These four realms honor the Moon Goddess. They are the Lycan Realm, the Vampire Realm, the Elf Realm, and the Siren Realm," I explained. The three of them listened intently. "The Moon Goddess resides in her Moonlight Sanctuary in the Celestial Realm," I added.

As soon as she saw me, she gave me her characteristic smile. "Hydra, by Deüs Krönor, is the story of a crew of sailors who face a monster with several heads, each with a different power and capable of replacing itself. Thus, it can survive by sacrificing one of its heads, usually the most useless, and as long as one head remains, it won't die. Isn't that interesting?" Suddenly, a gigantic shadow formed under my body, and several arrows emerged from it and surrounded Midgard, three of them directly under her throat.

She had gifts. However, as she grew, she learnt to fight she became a fierce shield maiden. However, she knew she had darkness in her, but she never gave in to it. I watched as she grew. Others feared her for her connection to the God of Hell, me. We came up with the pagan story of the wolf of Hell in order to stop the human world from taking a turn for the worst. Ragnarök, as it is known, and so it worked. The pagan’s wouldn’t favour war if their omens called for defeat. I would watch as she healed wounded men and women in the shield wall and even wounded animals.