Wednesday Odin Novels & Stories

Grandpa Winks had a serene expression on his face when he spoke of the troubling signs that had prompted him to suddenly seek the Lord whom he had promised he was going to give time to grow. “I see. There have also been some troubling signs on my end. And that is why I seek thee. For thou musteth return to thine Lord and Sky.” Odin spoke in the language of the old tongue, for it was an official plea. And Grandpa Winks heard this plea and responded to it.

Odin growled, air-quoting the last word 'mate'. “Just shut it and stop messing with my head,” I retorted angrily through the mind link. If it were years ago before this night, Odin would have retracted far back in my mind and will not come back until he feels like it. But this night it was different; instead of him storming off just like he had always done after I scolded him, guess what? He didn't; he was pushing me to go and meet our mate and claim her once again. He stayed there in the front of my head, watching the whole drama. He was pushing me to go and meet our mate and claim her once again.

The Olin has a resemblance to Odin only that while Odin hair is purely white, Olin hair is reddish. Olin had stumbled on a cave when she ran away from home after Odin was announced to be crown queen, she went inside seeing the sky darken. Something pulled her to continuing walking until she got to where she saw various Skeletons lay. One drew her attention, the skeleton was tied and a wooden stake was shoved in her heart. Seeing that, Olin removed the stake out of the Skeleton body on the body of the wooden stake were the word 'Askepya' which says release. Olin without knowing the meaning read it out.

They drew a chariot of wheat, and fresh smoked pork on the bone. “If that bastard harms my daughter with Sithgunt, I shall have my revenge,” Odin grated, his black raven wings and shadowed blue eye smoked in black kohl, face scarred from old battle wounds and gray scorched beard fibers, scowled at the glowing sun as Ratatosk scampered from the Yew of Yggdrasil to the window, carrying messages between Niddhog and Vedr, the serpent gnawing at its’ roots, and the eagle perched atop the Yew’s spine, where Wotan had once sacrificed his right eye for nine days and nine nights to fish in Mymr’s well for the runes. That made him King of the North. Eleleth was stinking chattel shitting in its trough,

" she asks gently. Odin surprises Indra by throwing his head backwards and laughing a loud belly laugh. The other Vikings in the hall join in the laughter, the Vikings do not want to offend their god. Odin holds up a hand and everyone goes silent right away. He leans heavily on the backrest. "The answer is no, Indra." His black ravens, Hugin and Munin, come gliding into the hall. They circle over the congregation before landing on Odin's shoulders. Their loud craws echo in the hall as they try to convey a message in his ear that only he understands, but he irritatingly waves them away. Instead, he straightens his back and stares furiously at Indra. "The answer is still no!" he growls.