Subject Of Ymir Novels & Stories

“Three years, Ian. I stood by you through every battle, every late night planning raids, every moment you doubted yourself. And now, because some woman you met on a battlefield spreads her legs once, I’m suddenly disposable?” His jaw tightened. “Enough, Yara.” Ian’s expression softened as he looked at her. “Mira is not just some woman. She is the daughter of Beta Vladimir from the northern territories where we fought the rogues. And thanks to the legs she spread once, this pack has been blessed with an Alpha successor. You on the other hand have been spreading the same legs for three years and what do you have to show for it?”

The air thrummed—half reverence, half dread. Mira spoke first. “Child of light and shadow, do you know why we’ve called you?” Emry’s chin lifted. “Because the bond changed me. And you felt it.” “Yes,” Mira said. “But it changed more than you. It woke something older. You must know the story your blood remembers.” She motioned to the basin. The surface rippled, turning from silver to deep indigo. Images shimmered faintly within the water: two figures—one radiant, one shrouded in dusk—turning about each other like twin stars.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

“Now, the forest will wake up. And they’ll know an Alpha has taken a mate.” Her stomach twisted. “Alpha?” He nodded once, sharp and grave. “Not by title. By blood. I’m not a pack wolf. I’m what comes when packs are broken. I’m the Yemuiio.” Mira’s skin chilled. She’d heard that name. Whispers in her aunt’s journals. In scribbled warnings: Yemuiio, he who hunts the false-bonded. He who cannot be tamed. “You said I shouldn’t have come,” she said. “Why?”

Ymir Where warmness and bloodless met seen thawing drops, and this on foot fluid grew into a massive frost ogre named Ymir. Frost ogres Ymir slept, falling into a sweat. Under his left arm there grew a man and a woman. And one of his legs begot a son with the other. This used to be as quickly as the transferring ahead of the frost ogres. Buri, Bor, and Bestla

In front of everyone! “Raya! Hold up!” The elderly maiden groaned, her loud panting echoing behind me as I wheezed and braced myself against my knees, gasping for breath between my desperate sobs. “What the hell is wrong with you chile? You just about gave me a bloody heart attack!” Ymir shrieked raggedly, her soft hands snapping around my shoulder before I shrugged her off, shaking my head bitterly as I spun to face her. “Why can't I ever get it right? Why does it always have to be me?”I screamed in a guttural voice, feeling the bitter thickness hook in my throat when I saw tears in Ymir’s eyes too.

Steel beams and old rotted wood held the keratin of dead men stripped of their cuticles together, and it stank of rotten meat. Dominic stood by her side, arranging the rigging of lindworm sinew. In the distance, the Seething Sea churned and boiled, waves of knives and Titan bones stewing to rot in gray-silver waters, as snow fell like dandruff from Ymir. Great icebergs moved as Yuri’s eyes glowed from amber to gold, and she held a piece of driftwood, parting the waters and ice stones as Aegir and Ran granted us safe passage. Rosiel shivered in Yolanda’s arms, my Valkyrie holding her close to ward off the cold. Ice bezels formed in Yola’s dark hair, curls of rose oil whipping in the wind.

They prepared the chamber. Old rites, old songs, sung in a language only fire remembers. The Emberbound formed a ring around the forge. Mira, Rowan, Kye and I stood just inside the circle, weapons drawn not to attack, but to anchor. Freya stepped into the center. She shook. From cold? Fear? Power? All three. Then she placed her hand on the forge. The world exploded. Not with light, but memory.

THEO Yaran defiantly met Amyra's rigid gaze with her face impassive. "And who might you be?" She asked, her yellow eyes cold and calculating. "I am Amyra-" "I know who you are, mistress of evil. You have not answered my question" Yaran spat, her yellow eyes burning brightly. Amyra's face twisted into a wicked sneer. "I do not answer to anyone but myself" she spat. "I see. What makes you think I will let you have the mirror of mirrors?"

I could barely breathe, the cold air had almost frozen my lungs, and I barely had enough energy to remain on my feet. "To think I'll be defeated by a lowly creature like yourself, it's comical isn't it?" "Stop all this Ymir, we can all coexist if we want to. There's no need for war." "You're kind Lycan king, you still want peace even after your people have suffered at our hands all these years? I might not be able to see the future, but I can tell that you and Joye will save us all. I was blinded by hatred, and had neglected my duties as leader. I'm entrusting everything to you and the chosen one." Ymir said before he raised his blade and slit his own throat.