Tora Olafsdotter Novels & Stories

Although it happened early in the morning, there were people around who surely saw them. Aurora Zade wasn't well known among the Als and like Axel, she had a special status and was thus treated, unlike all the other humans. Although cast away by humans, her significance to the Als could not be overemphasized. It was to such an extent that despite the chaotic political situation of the race, no one threatened her but instead put their all into protecting her in case anyone among them would lose their brain and doom the entire race. She was that special. It was also because of her that Axel was in an awkward situation. Despite being a normal human, Aurora was his best friend, Jelena protected

Thorn added. “I needed the dragon king to see what his wife was doing to mine!” Olcan shouted angrily, “But I should’ve known he was weaker than rumored. He only argued with Tora, then ran off to his little whore and drank wine. But it was better that way, more effective... since I did it myself.” “What exactly on earth were they doing in the dungeon?” Ben had to ask. Olcan’s eyes gleamed as he looked him. Thorn tossed the diary to Ben and said, “Tora was only doing her a favor. A favor that Luna wanted more than anything.”

Children's voices answered them from the deep darkness of the well. Ragnar and Lathgertha then began to search for a way to bring the children up from this gaping hole. While they were busy looking everywhere for tools or items that could help, Ragnar continuing to ask questions, learned from Lathgertha that she had been in Jötunheimar for almost twelve moons already. She had traveled with two of her sisters and a convoy of merchants riding horses who had all served as game for the giants after they unknowingly passed through one of Loki's portals.

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

I clear my throat, my voice embarrassingly small as I call out. "It is Catriona Hugh, daughter of Alpha Hugh. I will perform my Ulfara rite." I infuse my voice with every bit of confidence and swagger into the clearing like I imagine Hela would. They exchange a glance and my heart thumps and I'm afraid they'll see me for the impostor that I am.

Beside him was Nora. She was the daughter of a once-powerful pack leader who had been crushed under Ragnarok. Ragnarok had brought the pack under the North. She had enough reason to want revenge. On the other side of the table stood Marek Hugh. He was a younger wolf whose reputation was rebellion. And then, there was Sylas, an unpredictable wild card. He was fiercely loyal to those he deemed worthy. “Astra,” Thorne greeted. “We were surprised by your message. You've been missing.”

“I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack. “You were never an Omega,” Kael said, “Your old pack was blind. They suffocated you with their regulations and their social structure. Your real nature could not breathe in that land. The rejection was the key that unlocked you,” Kael said. He nodded at the spot on my leg. It was almost as if I could sense a warm glow springing from it. "This sign on your leg, it is more than simply a claim. It is a catalyst. And it shall serve to increase your power. Power for you and your child."

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

I know he is trying to give me some advice for my own good but I am really mad at him. “Really, Jerold? Now that nobody is around, you’ll talk to me? We’ve been together for 2 years now and you don’t want to call me your girlfriend-“ “This is why I hate your friend, Zara, she puts all this nonsense in your head, everything was perfect and then she meets you and gaslights you.”

The third nipple, a name obtained because the drummer had a third nipple, was beginning to be recognized for their covers. "Well, I'm glad you got sick with... Otitis?" “Yes. The doctor is an Oto…” Nick tried to pronounce. “Otolaryngologist” “Sure that. Oh, by the way, there are good bars and discos near the house.” “Remember that we’ll have Livie's little brother besides that we don’t have the legal age.”