Sons Of Odin 소설 & 이야기

Peter "Sure," he said. "Whatever you want to call him. I guess it just depends on which version of the story you want to go by, though I bet you'll be interested to know that the figure in mythology is supposed to be like a brother to Loki." I blinked at him. He gave me a nonplussed look. "Loki, father of Fenrir, Jormangadr, and Hel?" He paused. "And the eight-legged horse, but let's not get involved with that."

He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here. The third man was named Zephyr, a spiritual, otherworldly seer with the ability to communicate with the gods as it was typical of his people from far in the south. The last on the scroll was Thorne of the sword. Thorne was a passionate, intense sorcerer with a talent of pyromancy. These were the four men I was expected to look out for. I have never met any of these men before my entire life, and I wondered what meeting them tonight would be. Would they agree to be with me because I'm a Queen or because they actually want to be with me?

They twist their heads this way and that as they size me up. “It is glorious, All father. But I thought that it would be much more crowded.” Odin laughs at my observation. “It is very full. Your mortal eyes cannot see the dead that feast in my hall. Perhaps, someday, you will return.” Smiling, I incline my head slightly. “It would be my honor.” “Agnetha speaks fondly of you. I need your assistance.” “I am your humble servant.” “My blood brother is causing chaos again. This time, he has angered his son, Jörmungandr. The serpent and I marked a girl, she was chosen for reasons that you do not need to know. Loki has removed part of the mark, leaving only my mark.”

It felt more powerful, and the sensation scared me. I got up and walked the quiet dark halls to my office. “Hati,” I said the name to myself as I sat down and opened the laptop. The different pages available all basically said the same thing. Sköll and Hati were the wolf children of Fenrir, chasing the sun and moon, which they would devour during Ragnarök, the end of days, the end of the world. Why was Hati coming for my son? Didn’t Ragnarök already happen? If I had more information at my disposal, I might have asked the goddess different questions. She summoned me, I had no idea how to go back to where I was and something told me not to try.

There are mentions of Pierce, a lot of mentions of Pierce…of how proud his father is of him, of how strong he had been since the death of his own mother. He’s never spoken of his mother, or much of his father for that matter. His Dad writes; how natural of a born leader his son is, how he will be a strong alpha for the pack. How he will fight to protect what is his. Warmth spreads through my chest, I hope his father knows…wherever he is, that his son has done him proud. I continue to read when I spot Reuben’s name…then Father’s. Something about Odin coming around to demand that the Grey Howl pack join the Red Stone alliance.

Who the fuck is this bastard. ‘Who is this jackass Duron?’ I link him and hope he has a clear enough head to respond as he can see the damage he is causing. ‘Fenrir son of Loki the god of mischief.’ Duron links back, growling. Great this asshole comes from the gods. Cyrus

“Because in the last book, my therapeutic killing of him was so macabre they made me remove it and fix it.” Cruz’s brows which were meeting in the middle now jacked up high on his forehead. “I know you said you killed him off in every book. Which character was he in this one? I couldn’t pinpoint him.” “Did you know the name Odin, which stems from the Norse God mythology, has many different names in Old Norse mythology? I always make it a minor character, but I always use one variation of his name. In this book he was Bǫlverkr. It means evil doer.”

He asks. “There are many. Odin, he is the leader or king, and he has many sons but the ones we know the best are Thor and Balder. Thor is the thunder God. And Balder, the god of the light. Frigg is Odin’s wife, and Sif is Thor’s wife. Tyr is the war God, Ydun's fertility goddess, Hel rules in the underworld where the dead, who don’t deserve to be in Valhalla, go. And there is Freya the goddess of love, and hey brother Frey that the farmers pray to, for having a good year.” I say, telling him just small bits of the gods.

I could hear my father talking inside the warrior's gym. "Good day, Father! I apologized for being late, there was something that needed my attention before I came here." My father's eyes turned to me, beside him Beta Dylan sighed. Relief flooded his eyes as he looked at me. "Good day son, As I was saying I wanted to know how many young recruits we have and from which families are they. Have you talked to them already?" "The new aspiring warriors are carefully selected father by me and Beta Dylan we have a record of it. However, it is not final until you select them after the spar with one of the chosen warriors of the pack."

As long as you stay in the pack everyone is equal. That's the rule he abides by. Nature is their mother, they made everyone equal. But some people make use of their power and influence to try to prove themselves better than others. This thought makes him mad. Odin's parents the former Alpha and Luna were not like that at all. They were kind, he looks up to them. That's why he wants to be someone kind and also reliable and strong. He wants to stand by his pack if they face some sort of trouble.