Tora Olafsdotter Novels & Stories

“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?”

She slowly goes back to her seat to listen to what Loki had to say. "I found a woman unconscious and with great difficulty I begged my Master to let me take care of her. Little did I know that it was the Queen, she told me her name was Orla and I loved her with everything that I had in me, I took her as a mother." Everyone had been captivated by his story, "I knew Orla was from from the rose tribe as she was too beautiful for her age although she was mentally unstable." His compliment made Octavia cover her face with her fan to hide her blush; it was a perfect description of her. Beautiful with a touch of crazy.

Again, I was struck with a peculiar sense of detachment from her. As though she stood before me, seeing and hearing and smelling the festivities, she stood away. “We’ve not been properly introduced. My name is Philomela,” the woman said. “I am Alpha Orion’s skald.” Only then did I notice the crimson tattoo of a harp on the side of her neck, the strings throbbing with each beat of her heart. Not just any skald, but a child of the gods as sure as I was myself, though her blood came from Bragi.

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.