Wednesday Odin Novels & Stories

"What, Frankie?" "I know who he is," Frankie never turned away, kept his beady eyes on me in fear. "He's one of Odin King's most talented hitmen. I heard stories from the guys that one man would do some dangerous shit when it involved the Order. He kills without mercy, a cold-blooded killer. Our people call him Odin's Shadow. It means you don't mess with Odin because no matter how you kill him, his shadow is always there to eliminate the problem. That is why it's hard to kill a man like Odin; he's invisible and immortal because of this guy."

My wolf was going through weird phases, he was weaker than ever, he lost his other half, a bad half but he still lost it, he lost his family, everyone's blames me, he lost his Oméga and baby girl who won't speak or even look at him. I heard some shuffling inside the house, all the younger generation were at school except me and Eden. The backdoor opens for a second before closing lightly, I heard small light footsteps next to me before finally I saw Eden coming outside, she was one of her new animal onesies, these ones are much lighter for the spring time, we even found few short sleeves for summer. After the ordeal she went through her body could use the extra comfort, she was sneaking out

I looked back towards the river to see Odin standing with his horn, waiting. “You took your time arriving.” He said flatly. “All-father, am I dreaming?” I responded slightly shocked. Odin wasn’t known for appearing to anyone. He mostly guarded celebrated fighting and drinking with the fallen Vikings. Goddess Luna was the only one to have appeared to me. “Yes and no daughter.” “Your mortal form is sleeping. We are in a different world I have created.” He explained “How can I be of service?” I made sure to keep my tone neutral. “I need your assistance on Earth. I am willing to exchange information in return.” He said plainly.

I tell the wolf, and I see its eyes rest on me. “I doubt you know about Odin, Thor, and all the other gods. The other countries we went to never did.” I tell them. “But anyway, Odin is the king in Valhalla the home of the gods, Thor is the thunder God, and then there are gods like Baldur, Frigg, Heimdall, Tyr, and Idun. That is just some of them. And, of course, there is Freya, whom I have been named after.” I tell them, and it looks like they are listening.

Creed whispered. The next day when he opened his eyes and decided to check out Odin-Space. He hadn't logged in, for three months. During the three months he had also muted all kind of notifications in his watch, he didn't want to get distracted. He knew that learning the skill would require an absurd amount of perseverance and mental strength. When he looked at the Odin-Space helmet lying in the corner, he decided to try it back on.

“Because in the last book, my therapeutic killing of him was so macabre they made me remove it and fix it.” Cruz’s brows which were meeting in the middle now jacked up high on his forehead. “I know you said you killed him off in every book. Which character was he in this one? I couldn’t pinpoint him.” “Did you know the name Odin, which stems from the Norse God mythology, has many different names in Old Norse mythology? I always make it a minor character, but I always use one variation of his name. In this book he was Bǫlverkr. It means evil doer.”

"Son of a bitch, how many times do I need to warn these f*cking idiots that they are not allowed to be in this place!" She walked up to Odin and gave him a somber expression. "Hey warrior, this place is too dangerous for you! If you are not living in Elshor, you are not permitted to be near the sea of Alabama!" Odin stood up and looked at her as if she were an imbecile. "I have an important business in that land. I walked from the kingdom all the way here and I am f*cking tired. So, I am resting for a while. Once I regain my strength, I am going to continue my journey."

Odin's gaze met mine through the eyes of our wolves, and I could feel his worries and fears (because of our injury) the moment his wolf had tossed the dead werewolf a few paces behind. 'Odin I'm f...' My intended words through telepathy caught within me as the loudest of howls escaped Majesty's throat. No. No, not him...please, not Odin. How it happened I can't explain, but this sight was something I'd never be able to get out of my head.

’ I remembered my conversation with Abe, when I likened Greg to Wotan, the Wanderer, who spent all his power in his quest for more power. ‘Aren’t Odin and Freya, Wotan and Fricke the same people, just different names in various versions of the myth?’ ‘Very good, Connie. You are really into this!’

He laughed sardonically. “But you are not supposed to be here during the day, you are only to come out in the night.” Odin sighed with his lips still bearing the wicked smiled. “Dear old Adam, you should thank Ichabod for that, he is getting weaker by the day and I am getting stronger every minute.” He shrugged proudly, “I can come out anytime he showed an emotional weakness, I just take over. Damn the four months that I have to wait, I could have had that lady right there that instant. Just imagine digging my fangs into the fleshy part of her neck...delish isn’t it?”