Tora Olafsdotter Novels & Stories

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.

Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty. Freya Freya, the healer, possessed an innate talent for herbal medicine and healing magic. Her gentle touch and soothing presence brought comfort to the wounded and weary. Freya's compassion was matched only by her bravery, as she never hesitated to put herself in harm's way to help others. Soren Soren was a skilled swordsman with lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility. His dual swords flashed through the air with deadly precision, and he could disarm an opponent in the blink of an eye. Soren's confidence and charisma made him a natural leader amo

“You are but not cause you are hearing voices.’ "My voice is called Sif." Ingrid said. "Mine is Joro." Olivia smiled. "As in Norsk mythology?" They both nodded with smiles. "Odin's wife and Thor's wife. I'm a little concerned about mine." "What do you mean?" Ingrid asked, tilting her head to one side. "Well, in Norsk Mythology mine is the Goddess of death and ruler of Helheim." I muttered, not sure how to take this information. "Hela." Olivia smiled. "It is good to have you with us Hela, thank you for protecting our pup."

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

She had to be careful, watching her steps to avoid colliding with anyone. Seated at one of the tables she was serving were Lagertha, her son Björn, Torvi, Athelstan, Floki, Helga, the King of Norway, his brother, and several others she couldn't recognize. On the opposite table were the Lothbrok brothers, accompanied by Torvi's son, which Sophie tried her best to avoid, leaving Margrethe to attend to them as she focused on Lagertha's table.

I pressed. Fara nodded. “Yes. Her name was Thora. She was born a Seer, her gift passed down from her father. Even as a child, she could see further than anyone else. She was many things—strong-willed, gracious, motherly. She was… my idol.” The way Fara’s eyes softened, I could feel the admiration still alive in her voice. “Wow,” I muttered, because honestly, what else could I say? My mind was still racing, still trying to stitch all of this together. Then I forced myself to ask the next question. “And the cave?”

Unease trickled into my chest. “What is it?” Or who? “Theodora .” Tristan spat in the dirt. “We need to go.” Alpha Orion had mentioned the name Theodora while we were at Vadan, but I had no clue who she was. “Is she one of Alpha Maximus’s warriors?” “His hunteress. Who he sends to locate those who don’t desire to be found.” His throat twitched as he swallowed. “She’s a child of Ullr.”

I retort pleasantly. “Oh, I do apologize, where are my manners? I’m Maelor. No need to introduce yourself, I know all about you. Hilda, King Arlo’s mate who upset all Lilith’s carefully laid plans by offering her son love. Previously mated to Soren, who you scandalously slept with even though he has a different Luna and you’re promised elsewhere too.”

His cold dead heart started beating little. "She's my mate... what did you say her name w....". The king fell silent again as he saw another face that has joined with the first one. The ladies were smiling at each other. The two ladies were beautiful. His heart started beating harder the more "Who is that second lady with a vibrant red hair also? In fact who are they?" Ara smiled. "Those two are twins, the one with the white hair is Odin while the one with the red hair is Olin".

Tora was in her living room, taking care of some things, before joining her husband on a short trip to Martha’s Vineyard when her cell phone rang. Maybe Magnus changed his mind and decided to call his mother finally… But when she looked at the ID, Tora froze. “Harald, darling… I’ll be right there,” she announced to her husband. He nodded, taking their luggage to the car. Tora answered the call. “Good morning, Yanis,” she replied.