Tora Olafsdotter Novels & Stories

The one called Thora stood in front of his cell, keys in hand, sneer on her face. “ Well, if it isn’t the new celebrity,” she said, disdain in her voice. “ You probably don’t recall my name, do you?” Kronos just shook his head, too tired, sore, and hungry to venture a guess. “ It’s Thora, but I wouldn’t expect someone so big and important to know the name of someone as insignificant as I,” she said with a mocking bow. “ You are the incredible warrior who slew the almighty Odysseus after all.”

Yolanda and I sipped Shamayim coffee sweetened from the sugar mills of the South as Jarngrimr whistled a skaldic lay of Freida and Ottar the Boar. She seemed to fancy Hyndla, the dwarven giant crone who helped Freida and Ottar, once her human champion, now in her service immortally like Adonis in Meditteranea to Cybele. Jarnja sang of how Ottar and Freida met:

Something was definitely amiss. Thor’s gaze snapped toward Vaelorra, fury reigniting. “Ingrid was dead! What's she doing here?” Vaelorra’s expression blanked as she playfully rolled the shiny gold ring around her left thumb. “Unfortunately, she's not who you think she is.” she replied. “This is Ivana Tudor, my goddaughter, Ingrid's twin sister.” Freya gasped. Thor took weak steps back, his eyes locked on Ivana in sheer disbelief.

assistant"> A graceful woman with shimmering golden hair approached, her steps elegant and poised. Close behind her was a striking man with shoulder-length silver hair. Odin said, “Sif, goddess of the harvest, and my adopted son, Thor, the god of thunder. Oh—and the one behind them is Balder, the god of light, my youngest son.”

His grin was brief and, just for a moment, she saw the Xander of old. His face sobered. “She’s so wan.” “Can I help?” “You’ve been through your own ordeal.” “All the more reason to show compassion. Tora and Nell are going to be under the protection of the Danes. I understand someone called Rowanne is Nell’s elder sister and in love with Tora’s brother, Ulf. Is it true she was acquired by Eithne’s mother as a female gladiator?” “I wasn’t here at the time, but that’s my understanding, yes.”

Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

“What is your name?” “Helena. Are you a singer?” The woman laughed. “A singer? Well, if that is what you call a poor woman who sings eulogies to people for a few scraps of coins then yes I’m a singer.” She cocked her head to the side and said, “Helena. What a beautiful name, right brothers?” The men nodded. Inga chuckled and sidled closer to Helena. “Do you know that of all the gods the only one who no one has claimed to see is the supreme god Demeus? Many have seen Oya, Torlan and many others but none have claimed to see Demeus.”

he snapped. “Enough!” shouted a warrior—Harald, one of Ragnor’s most trusted. “That woman must be slain! She is no ordinary woman. She is known by her alias—The Lady Red, the infamous murderer!” Before Ragnor could speak, Harald was in front of Hulda, gripping her neck tightly. Ragnor’s eyes widened in horror. “Harald! Let her go now!” “My king, I cannot—” “I said let go!” Harald hesitated, then obeyed. Ragnor rushed to Hulda’s side.

But he could not bring himself to ask her. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Hilda with her eyes not looking like the ones a common werewolf would have. "And you are?" Alpha Alex asked. "I'm Hilda. Descendant of the Luna of the Lumen pack. The werewolf goddess Oracle. And the greatest werewolf that has ever lived." Hilda replied to him as Alpha Alex feared her eyes even though he was an Alpha. So he ushered her in.