Sons Of Odin Novels & Stories

“Let’s head out.” She had driven her SUV and I climbed into the passenger seat, throwing my bag into the back seat. Getting in, Lila started the car and pulled out. “What are you calling him? I feel like you have run out of good names? Unless you’re actually going to name him after the superheroes.” I grimaced. “No. I have been calling him Vale.” “Unlike your mate, I am not well versed in any mythology, let alone Norse.” Smiling, I shook my head. “Vale was the son of Odin who avenged the death of his brother. He also was said to grow to full adulthood in a day.”

I leaned forward, my brows furrowing, and stared at the screen. Everything we’d learned at the academy had indicated that Fenrir was a wolf, not a shifter. He was the offspring of Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Angrboda, a giantess also known as the mother of monsters. The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other.

He mocked with a hissed tone, "This is an act of mercy to you because you are my son, I wouldn't think twice if you were someone else" Hades smiled with his handsome yet dark face, his gaze was chilling. "Sorry to disappoint you but I will fight this war to the end, and I will send you back to hell never to return to earth again" Alpha Ethan wasn't ready to side with his father, he was born to stand on his own and with his mate Ariana beside him, he was much stronger.

“If it wasn’t for Zane, I will never know the truth. No one will, and you’ll just continue living like this as if you didn’t turn the packs against each other.” “Odin turned his back on me, on his pack. He chose his own fate. If Zane is really Odin’s son, then he is a son of a traitor. I shall spoke to him.” Tyr glared at his father. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on him. You owe him his parents’ lives. You should be begging for his forgiveness.” Morrigan yelped by the sudden sound of a hard slap landing on Tyr’s face. “Frey!” the luna yelled, immediately aiding for her son.

He knelt to his son, which dragon kings do not do, and took the boy’s face in his hands and looked at him a long time. “Obey the Lycan King as you would obey me,” he said. “Eat when told. Sleep when told. And come home, Thorin. Both of you, come home.” “Yes, Father.” Gunnar rose and faced me, and the frost in his voice from the council was gone, and what remained was just a father handing another father everything. “Bring them both home.” Thorin came to me then and looked up the way he had in my courtyard and said, “I won’t fail her.”

"As long as you are okay, my dear, I don't want to lose you like I lost my son." I know Odin is sensitive about talking about his only son and how he lost his wife and son because of what he does. But he makes his amends by spending time with his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Odin may be one of the most dangerous men globally, but when it comes to the family, he will do anything to protect them. "I won't die easily, Odin," I tell him with a grin. "I still have unfinished business with Eve." "I know, so I want you out."

He looks at the table and doesn’t say anymore. “That was a Vøl's son. In the ‘Son of Vøl saga’ it tells about the hero Sigmund. He has a son, Sinfjøtle with his twin sister and when the boy grows up, Sigmund takes hinminto the forest to train him, so he can kill his mothers husband”. My eyes snap to Martin when Finn mentions the incestious relationship, and just as I thought the big macho idiot is grinning. Andreas on the other hand seems unaffected, but I assume he has already read all this. Nerd kid.

"Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's such a monster!" "His parents sacrificed their lives for him, yet he threw it all away because he was blinded by a prostitute. What an ingrate!" This time, all the insults and curses were aimed at Caleb. His face drained of all color, and he scrambled to defend himself. "I-I'm not an ingrate. I-I've always been a devoted son to Dad, and even when my house is a four-hour drive away from his, I still make the trip to visit him every couple of weeks. I bring a gift every time I visit. I'm not an ingrate!"

If Octavius is busy remembering his past, he won't have time to think about my body and how he might use it. "Alright, let's start with the basics. My name is Octavius Jude; I can't remember my age since it's been a while. Normally I would tell others that I'm ancient, and that's about it. The only thing I remember is that I come from a Greek family and my last name means "praised", so as a kid, I always thought I was a God. My parents weren't that original in choosing my name- I was their eighth son, so they basically named me eight. About my brother- we're not related, that's obvious, but we've been companions for centuries and soon became closer than blood brothers. Darling, blood isn't a

I stand beside Odin like a stranger, hands tucked in my pockets as the squabble between mother and son goes on. She is crossing her arms, pouting as Odin showers her with praise. Her name's Natalie, and she looks lost in her butterfly long gown, but is radiant as ever, with dimples like Odin, and the same hair and eyes. The twins had taken after their father only. Odin is a mama's boy. When they are done with their fight, it ends with a bear hug. They laugh and saunter inside, acting like I didn't exist. I stood there, waiting.