The life of Alex is flipped on its head as a single incident changes everything. Where she goes from being just like everybody else, to being like nobody else. Moving across the country to Alaska she begins to dream of gods, giants and monsters. Her strength and speed now beyond human, how will she navigate this new life? And what is she!

Aiko half wolf and half human Alpha ran way from her home 
From a wolf that’s trying to be Male Alpha names James
to Toyko,Japan to start her dream as a doctor but, instead of following her dream she meets a handsome half wolf half human named Haruto. Trying to keep there secret they get into a lot of drama.

Ned sighed deeply as he looked up at the ceiling, a weary look on his face.
'I hope Torrhen is okay.'
This past week had not been good for him. One one hand, he had to deal with an entire continent of lords who all wanted to waltz into his library and see what had happened, giving no small amount of stress and frustration. 
On the other hand, he had a deeply worried wife that took this all personally and through some sort of seemingly profound logic believed this was all her fault and that it was the Seven above who had brought this down upon her as punishment for her wrongdoings. Something about 'not loving a motherless child' tormented her day and night, which was bad for Ned as he had to tend to her during the day and calm her down in the night. Almost every night over the past week had gone by with barely any shut-eye. Instead, he spent his nights coaxing his wife to sleep as tears stained his tunic and the sheets beneath them. It didn't help that his children, all except Rickon, were also very deeply worried about him. Robb had got Rickon to believe that Torrhen had just gone a hunting trip alone to stop the boy from crying, and he hasn't worried since.
Ned felt the need to give closure to Cat and tell her the truth about Jon and who his parents were. He knew that she felt her disregard and hate for Jon lead her to believe this was all her fault. After all, there wasn't anyone else in the castle that could really be described as motherless. But the dying face of his sister Lyanna prevented him from doing so, lest he broke the promise he made to her no her deathbed.
Caught between his honour and his guilt towards his wife,he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
What was worse was that a faint throbbing noise could be heard from the library when all the noise in the castle died down. This wasn't heard in the day, but past the hour of the wolf ("the blackest part of night", midnight), this was loud and clear, frightening the animals and the people alike. Every morning, he saw his people getting more and more tired as they lost many hours of sleep from fear and superstition. 
Some had begun to say that Winterfell was cursed, but he shrugged that off. It wasn't the first time people suspected Winterfell was haunted and cursed, and it most certainly wouldn't be the last. But something about this incident, probably his instincts, told him that everything would change if and when Torrhen returned.
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"Power is an illusion that resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less. A shadow on the wall, a fleeting idea of human fantasy. Yet it is as essential to all living beings as sustenance and air to breath."
After finishing his statement, Torrhen blacked out and woke up with a bad headache. It felt like he had a soldering iron pierced into his skull with how much pain he had.
He slowly got up from the floor, the taste and smell of dust filling his senses. Inspecting his surroundings, he saw a dark room lit with an eerie green light. He could see moss covering the dark stone walls around him. 
Before him was a double door. It was quite grand, standing at roughly 15 feet in height from what he could gather. The whole thing was made of a shiny black wood with a shining green metal at its rims. Around the height of his stomach were two golden doorknobs shining with gold. Carved in the middle of the double door was a sort of taiji symbol with two wolves, coloured black and white. The black wolf seemed to swallow the black sun and the white wolf swallowed the black moon, both wolves resembling those of the Stark sigil. Surrounding it was a thick white border with black runes written across it
(See here: https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/09ebfc38403adbdfc6745b7dcf360e001d8c21248930f376d714d7f519468ad4.jpg)
"Where am I?" Torrhen asked himself. "What am I forgetting here?"
He took a closer look at the door before him, marvelling at the workmanship that went into so beautifully depicting the image before him. He then looked to the runes surrounding it, studying what it could be.
"Skoll is the name of the wolf who chases the bright priest into the desolate forest, and the other is Hati, Fenrir's son, who chases the bright bride of the sky...Wait, I understand this!?"
This realisation came as a shock to him. It was a great surprise to find out that he understood the runes on the door. He had never even learnt a single rune, after all.
He had the feeling that something happened between his reply to the wolf and his waking up here, but he had no clue what it was. There was a gap in his memory that nothing around him could give hints for. But something significant must have happened for him to suddenly understand runes. 
Thinking further, he also realised that what he just read had a very significant importance.
"Fenrir? Hati? Skoll? What am I dealing with here? Norse mythology!? What does a being like Fenrir and Norse mythology in general even have to do with House Stark in the first place!? Old man George, I really want to kill you right now!"
He knew what the three of them were from his old life, when his name was still John Scott and studied Norse Mythology in class. No one wanted to, but with how Norse mythology was misrepresented in movies and other forms of entertainment, their history teacher took it upon himself to teach them about it properly, along with the Olympians, the Hindu gods, the Egyptian gods, Buddha and the Shinto pantheon. 
According to his knowledge, Fenrir was supposed to be the wolf son of Loki, the God of lies, deception and fire, and brother of Jormungandr, the World Serpent, and Hel, goddess of the underworld. Due to being too powerful, the Aesir tried to chain him twice and failed. On the third go, Fenrir grew suspicious of their intentions even though the gods said that they were playing a game and testing his strength. He demanded one of the gods to put the hand in his maw as a show of faith. With no other gods daring to do so, Tyr, the God of War, placed his hand into Fenrir's maw. When the chains bound Fenrir, he bit off the hand of Tyr as was expected. The chain was tied to a boulder with a sword placed in his maw to keep his mouth open. The river 'Expectation' flowed from his mouth as he awaited Ragnarok, when he'd break free of his fetters and run throughout the world, with his lower jaw on the ground and his upper jaw above the sky, destroying everything and even going so far as to kill Odin, the King of Asgard and ruler of the Aesir tribe of gods.
Skoll (One Who Mocks) and Hati (One Who Hates) are supposedly supposed to chase the Moon and Sun respectively and devour the two on Ragnarok, but it was uncertain whether or not the two of them were merely other names for Fenrir, who was also described in myths to devour the Sun on Ragnarok.
'Now what the heck does this all have to do with House Stark!?'

John Scott wakes up in Winterfell 6 years before the plot for Game of Thrones begins. 
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"If only I was a Targaryen!"



Note: If it wasn't clear already, this will contain spoilers for both Game of Thrones (TV series) and A Song of Ice and Fire (book series)
Disclaimer: All rights and ownership belong to George R. R. Martin (except original stuff of course)

"Information about the Norse Mythological System?"
Upon seeing these words, Kennard instantly couldn't shift his eyes away. He was so excited that his hands began to tremble.
As a genetic grandmaster, what had he never seen before? But right now upon seeing the information of a complete mythological system appearing before his eyes, it was truly difficult for him to maintain his calmness.
At the side, Feng Lin laughed when he saw this. He didn't feel too surprised at Kennard's reaction.
A hundred gene sequences wasted too much genetic potential. Didn't this Kennard simply wish to obtain new mythological knowledge?
In that case, he might as well give Kennard the stories he knew about the Norse Mythological System and let him probe the mysteries behind them on his own. Feng Lin didn't want to waste his genetic potential for nothing.
"Godking of Norse: Odin. He was the king of gods, the ruler of the world. He wore a large helmet and had two divine crows perched on his shoulders. They symbolized "thought" and "memory" respectively. Every morning, they would fly and report what they see and hear to Odin. Odin rode on two wolf mounts. The names of the two wolves were, "greed" and "desire". They were responsible for guarding him. In order to increase his intelligence, to be able to foretell the future so as to better govern the world, Odin was determined to drink the water from the sacred well of wisdom which existed beside the root of the world tree. However, the guardian of the well, Mimir, wanted him to pay the price of one of his eyes. Odin didn't hesitate; he instantly dug one of his eyes out. After drinking a draught of water, he obtained divine-level wisdom. He invented the ancient Nordic text. The fairy of fate then used these newly created characters to record destiny on his shield, and the runic characters became the source of all magic…"
"Queen of gods: Frigg. She was the goddess of love and governed marriage and family, the wife of Odin. She had authority in both Valhalla and Hades. She was extremely beautiful and had a white feather clasped in her golden hair. She dressed in white robes with a golden belt, and there was a string of keys on the belt. She loved beautiful dresses and resplendent gems. She once stole Odin's gold to buy an extremely valuable necklace, and after Odin learned of it, he stormed out of Asgard in anger. Asgard was then invaded by the frost giants, which then covered the entire world with their icy breath. Until seven months later after Odin returned to Asgard did the crisis pass…"
"Thunder god: Thor. He was extremely muscular and his strength was astounding. He had a pair of leopard eyes and golden beard, wielding a divine hammer with metallic gloves. He also had a golden belt on. Thor would frequently clash against the frost giants and giant pythons in the eastern border, protecting the home of gods from them. Thor was upright and plainspoken, even daring to rebut Odin. Thor's temper was extremely explosive, yet he was open-minded and heroic. When Ragnarok—the end of gods—arrived, Thunder God Thor fought against Jörmungandr—the Midgard Serpent and died together with it ..."
…
Kennard only wanted to obtain more genetic sequences from Feng Lin, yet he didn't expect Feng Lin to smack his face with a whole trove of mythological knowledge. This was truly a troublesome blessing.
He ignored the fact that Feng Lin stood before him and started to read through the information.
The names of legendary characters in mythology appeared before his life.
These gods' names were previously scattered, recorded in fragmented mythological information. But now, they clearly appeared before him and formed a complete system.
Genetic Grandmasters were a group of people with the deepest mythological knowledge in the world. Given Kennard's judgment, he could tell that the information Feng Lin had given him was the real deal and indeed belonged to a complete system.
Every god in the Norse Mythological System was reasonably orderly. Right now, it was like the secrets of Norse Mythology were fully displayed before his eyes. He was unable to contain his joy.
With such information, if he could analyze them bit by bit through his experiments, how many more new mythological paths and Genetic Sequence Diagrams would he be able to deduce?
Godking, Odin Gene's sequence?
Thunder God, Thor Gene's sequence?
Demon Wolf, Fenrir Gene's sequence?
...
If he succeeded, each mythological sequence would contain boundless potential.
This was like a huge treasure trove before his eyes, waiting for him to excavate it, seemingly inexhaustible.
Staring at the dazed look on Kennard's face, Lin Feng's lips curled into a smile. Everything was within his expectations.
Because Kennard was a caucasian, he intentionally revealed knowledge of Norse Mythology to him. It seemed like this was truly the vital point of this man, and it should be more than enough to exchange for the information of this lab's latest research.
"What? That's all?" All of a sudden, Kennard roared in anger. It felt like the treasure that was about to be in his hands was suddenly seized away. Kennard's eyes protruded and were bloodshot. An inhumanly violent aura radiated from him as he stared fixedly at Feng Lin.
At this moment, Feng Lin felt as though he was being glared at by an incomparably terrifying monster. Goosebumps involuntarily rose on his skin.
(Something is wrong with this man.)
Kennard's eyes drooped and his expression turned incomparably sinister.
Right now, it was like he had lost control. He resembled a devil that had torn off his mask. Kennard no longer seemed like that erudite scholar. Instead, his aura was dark, sinister, and terrifying.
As a genetic grandmaster that experimented on his own kind, could Kennard be simply just a researcher?
Could he possibly have added some inhuman modifications to his own body?
...
Feng Lin faintly discovered that he had underestimated Kennard. His heart was filled with chills.
"Where's the rest of the knowledge? Why is there only a single page?" At this moment, Kennard's body size changed. His eyes were bloodshot and his veins throbbed on his face.
It was like the moment Feng Lin failed to give a reasonable explanation, he would lunge over.
Feng Lin's heart thumped, yet his expression remained calm. "How vast is the entire Norse Mythological System? What I know is only the tip of the iceberg. How can I possibly give you the complete information? No matter how valuable your research is, can it be compared to the knowledge of a complete mythological system? Even if the information I have is incomplete, I still need to see if your research is worthy enough to be exchanged for what I have!"
Who didn't know about how valuable mythological knowledge was?
Without paying something, how could Kennard expect to get something else in return?
Why would there be something so cheap in the world?
...
Feng Lin's tone was calm as he smiled quietly.
No matter how valuable the research information of this lab was, it was impossible for Feng Lin to hand over the complete knowledge of the entire Norse Mythological System.
Right now, the inheritance of mythology was completely fragmented!
If he randomly took out knowledge of a complete mythological system, it would be too conspicuous. He would definitely attract the covetous attention of those major powers.
Feng Lin naturally wouldn't want to place himself in danger.
As to how much information he gave out, that would depend on whether the research information provided by Kennard could move his heart.
The redness in Kennard's eyes faded away. He cast a deep glance at Feng Lin and remained silent for a long time. The atmosphere also felt unprecedentedly treacherous.
Feng Lin's external expression remained calm, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart. He was prepared to act at any moment.
For a genetic grandmaster like Kennard that could deduce so many genetic sequences, if he cultivated, he would definitely not be a weakling.
Because, compared to ordinary cultivators, a genetic grandmaster had many more options to choose from. They would naturally select the best option for themselves.
Feng Lin would never underestimate his opponent, let alone someone like Kennard who was an extremely rare genetic grandmaster.
Ultimately, the silence of the situation was still broken.
"Follow me." Kennard coldly snorted and began to walk toward the depths of the lab.
Feng Lin didn't hesitate and followed closely behind.
Although the atmosphere was weird and there might be danger waiting for him, he also wanted to know about the latest research information discovered by Kennard.
The fact that he was walking on Sun Wukong Mythological Path also gave him enough confidence that no matter how troublesome the situation was, he would still be able to deal with it.
Given how vast the universe was, he didn't dare say that no one was a match for him. But if he wished to leave, Feng Lin believed that only a very few people in the universe would be able to stop him.
Even the spirit blackholes weren't able to do so, let alone a human like Kennard.
The deeper he entered, the dimmer the laboratory became.
Numerous large-scaled life maintenance cabins appeared before Feng Lin's eyes. The transparent alloy reflected the scenes inside.
Right now, the creatures immersed in the red liquid were no longer human. They were animals of all shapes and sizes. There was a three-tails fox with scales, a gorilla with four arms, a giant python with a singular spiral horn…
From these creatures, one could see traces of the original animals they were based on. Yet all of them were mutated.
What was crucial was that Feng Lin could clearly sense the force of mythological genes within them.
"These are…" Feng Lin had a guess in his heart, but he still put on a look of puzzlement on his face as he asked.
Kennard laughed lowly, his laughter sounded hoarse but was filled with satisfaction. "Mythological genes originated from myths and legends. You must know that in the ancient myths, there were not only legendary characters, but also legendary monsters as well! How can it be that only humans could awaken the powers of mythological genes? From my research, I discovered that animals also have mythological genes, but because they lacked the intelligence and wisdom of humans, they had no way to awaken their genes naturally. However, if we use external force to stimulate them, we would be able to cause the mythological genes in animals to awaken and retrace the genetic path, allowing animals to gain the powers of mythological and legendary monsters! I named this as mythological ancestor recall engineering…"
When he spoke until here, Kennard began to laugh complacently.
Feng Lin's expression didn't change. He glanced at the creatures in the red fluid. He could see three-tail fox, devil ape, a jiao snake...There were indeed traces of mythological creatures in these animals.
Genetic potential +890, +920, +1090…
Feng Lin glanced over at everything. From these monsters, he saw the truth of many ancient myths and legends, leading to his genetic potential rising.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
All of a sudden, the sound of a strong and powerful heartbeat rang out...
Feng Lin saw a ball of meat as large as a fist floating in a sealed vacuum space in a cultivating device. It throbbed and pounded like a heart, yet it emitted mythological genetic powers. However, the properties of the genetic powers were muddled with no singular attributes. In fact, it seemed that it was able to evolve to produce any desired attribute.
"What creature is this?" Feng Lin mumbled silently in his heart.
All of a sudden, a voice filled with fanaticism rang out from the side.
"This is my origin laboratory's highest achievement, the greatest masterpiece!"
"Creation cells!!!"


Every myth and legend is a path to Godhood!
When humans enter the interstellar era, ancient cultivation techniques shone with new life. Your genes exist with you! A single sentence showing the true meaning of cultivation. Myths and legends are not a fantasy, there are ancient mythological genes in the bodies of everyone.
The Hou Yi Gene allows you to shoot a hundred miles, using a single arrow to break down the dome of heaven.
The Kuafu Gene allows you to run with flying speed, chasing after the sun and moon.
The Divine Dragon Gene allows you to soar among the clouds, roaming around the starry space.
….
Almost ten thousand years have passed. Feng Lin came from the 21st century to this majestic era that surged forth with great momentum. Based on his understanding on the myths and legends of the ancient earth era, he embarked upon a unique genetic cultivation path.
Monkey Gene + Stonebirth Gene = Stone Monkey Gene
Stone Monkey Gene + ??? = Spiritual Stone Monkey Gene
Spiritual Stone Monkey Gene + ??? = Handsome Monkey King Gene
Handsome Monkey King Gene + ??? = Sun Wukong Gene
Sun Wukong Gene + ??? = Great Sage Equal to Heavens Gene

"Are you sure sir? You've only been a member for 5 days, and while you haven't failed one I don't want to lose such a aspiring hunter." The desk lady, Laura was her name, say as I nod, it took me 5 days but I finally got to B ranks.
"Okay then, good luck sir." She said as I nod, I walked out of the building before pulling out my compass along with my compass. I will need to proceed with caution for this one, I like my mission record of 100%.
The mission I choose was to hunt a group a draugr, a undead creature from Norse Mythology. While they're weak to fire magic, my fire magic is only strong enough to light a cigarette at the moment so I'll be using magic and my sword.
Once again I use the Labyrinth to get to the general location, while navigating I remember the legendary item I got from the map quest. The item was good, but I can't use it yet, not before I'm strong enough to handle the draw back.
I turn right and see my exit, a small crack in the wall big enough for me to walk out of when sideways. I exit and see my minimap say I'm in Colorado, Denver. I smile at how close I am to the group, around 3 miles if my minimap and compass are right, which they always are.
I use a trick Lou taught me if I need to hijack a car in an emergency and took a civilians car and drove to the group of undead. While driving I had allocated the 10 points I had saved up and put them in Cha like any civilized person would.
When driving I noticed that a car had driven hear recently if the tracks on the ground meant anything. I was driving off road on what looked like it was unused for at least 10 years so I was kinda suspicious.
I put the thought away as I stop the car, getting out I walk west a bit before I come up at a group of dead things raiding a campsite. Oh shit. I ran to the dead things and turned them to dust after swiping at them with my sword.
[For killing 4 Draugr's yo-]
I ignore the box and continue to kill them, when they said a group I wasn't expecting 14 okay? After I killed them as I hear crying. I make my way over as I see a boy crying over a dead body, I also see a pack of wolves with azure eyes glowing.
I quickly grab the boy as fast as possible and beat it, I'm not here to fight whatever those are. I observe the wolf before making a new opening another Labyrinth entrance and am very, very glad I ran.
[Status:
Name: Unknown
Race: Fenris Wolf
Age: ?
Title: Son of Fenris
Tier: Immortal
Level: 91 (Xp: 8702/9100)
Health: 10700/10700 (Regen: 178.3 per minute)
Stamina: 5330/5350 (Regen: 88.8 every minute)
Mana: 1275/2275 (Regen: 37.9 every minute)
Mana Control: 15%
Str: 122 (244)
Vit: 160 (320)
Dex: 120 (240)
Int: 39 (78)
Wis: 45 (90)
Mag: 50 (100)
Luc: 3 (6)
Cha: 51 (102)
Remaining stat points: 455]
Dear god thats scary, I might live without the insta Labyrinth card against one, but a whole pack? No, I'd be dead in seconds had I engaged against them. I run through the Labyrinth before coming out of the closest exit, which was Miami for some reason.
I put the depressed kid down, who hadn't even resisted against my kidnapping. I guess he either doesn't care or hasn't noticed what happened. I sigh and get on my knees, getting eye level with him.
"Hey, you're okay now, it's safe." I try to comfort, damn am I bad at this. What would someone do in this situation? I don't know, why the hell do you think I'm asking?
'Hey uh system, can you help me out here?' I mentally ask, dear god am I pathetic, you know what? 'System never mind, I got it, I think.' I really hope this doesn't back fire. Come on Cha, pull me through this train wreak.
"Hey, my names Nathan. What's yours?" I ask as shuffles a bit, before looking at me with sad eyes, "Why are you here?" He asks, does he not remember that I literally kidnapped him and carried his ass all the way to Miami?
"I saved you, I was on a quest and when finished I heard someone crying, turns out it was you. You were surrounded by monsters, dangerous ones at that." I explain as he whips his head at me, as if suprised.
"Y-you saw see them? I-I thought it was some delusion, o-or something." He said as I sit next to him, our backs up against some buildings wall. "Yeah, I've seen them my whole life. What I'm about to tell you can and will make your life worse but at least you know the truth. Do you want it?" I ask as he nods.
"Your a Demi-God, a son of some Norse god. Now before you break out in rage even gods are bounded to laws, and that one of them is to not intervene with mortal lives." I say as he got angry, before settling in resentment.
"How, how do you know what I am? Are you one too?" He asked, hopeful. "Sorry but no, unlike you I'm 100% human, I don't know much about the Norse as I don't see them much so I can't send you to a safe place." I said as he looks lost before turning to me with a pleading face.
"C-can you help me? I don't have anyone left, aside from my uncle. But mom said to stay far, far away from him." He admits, I wonder if he realized he hasn't introduced himself yet.
"I don't know, I can't really trust someone who doesn't tell me their name." I say as he blanches, realizing that he brushed off the question earlier. "S-sorry," He sniffs, "My names Magnus, Magnus Chase." He said as I nod, I knew thanks to observe but I can't just call him by his name out of no where can I?
"Nice to meet you, about your question though, I'm sure I can help you get you on your feet for a bit, maybe help you out before sending you on your way." I say. I'd hate myself if I left a twelve year old Demi-God alone in the wild with no weapon, or anything really.
I stand up and hold out my hand for him to take, "Warning though, if I'm gonna help you, you gotta help me. I'm a monster hunter so I'm gonna be occupied with missions while your alone unless you join me. Though your a bit weak at the moment I'm sure Daedalus can help you out." I say as he took it, thanking me plenty.
"Now, into the Labyrinth!"
"What?!"
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Sha-Boom, Sha-Boom, lalalala- oh hi there! Whatcha guys think? Good? Bad? Leave a review! or continue to leave comments. See ya!

[Ping! Hello Nathan, I am the system. To continue tutorial please think/say main menu.]
"Huh"
And that is how my life went from garbage, to shit.

[A/N: Sorry everyone if I only updated now *le cries*]

The next day. 

Both Aisha and Aeron are silent, only the soft rough breathing of Freki[1], the name of the wolf, was heard through the silent sports car of Aeron.

Earlier, when the wolf heard Aisha named him as "Freki", he growls lowly at her, protesting at her choice of name. It sounds stupid, and doesn't give off an intimidating vibe, instead it made him sounded like a greedy wolf. However, hearing Aisha listed numerous names which is far worse than "Freki", he finally relented, although a bit reluctant. 

Stupid human, I am already pitying that woman's future children. Freki scorn disdainfully in his heart. Ever since he heard his name, and how he will be with Aeron, the wolf will release constant snarls and growls at their direction, but none of them pay any attention to him. It seems that both of them are preoccupied with their own thoughts.

In this morning, both Aeron and Aisha decided that Aeron will keep him for the time being. Aeron protested, but Aisha glares at him scornfully.

"Nancy is said to be afraid of animals, especially the wild ones. I can't keep him so that leaves you."

"Hey! Have you seen the way this wolf glares at me? Any moment and I will suddenly realized that I am missing a limb and more!"

This bàstard of a human, Freki snarls at him. If it weren't for the woman who saved him, Freki will not hesitate to tear this bàstard's limbs to pieces.

Aisha notice that Freki is getting agitated so she bent down and stroke his fur, the wolf instantly calms down and let out a satisfied purr before snuggling close to Aisha's warm body.

Seeing this scene, Aeron wanted to vomit blood. It was petty of him to feel ridiculously jealous over some dümb wolf, how he wanted to kill this wolf, but he can't help it. Not when this perverted wolf is snuggling to his woman's breasts!

"Hey! That wolf is taking advantage you! Get away from it."

"You're overthinking and being childish. And just get along with him and you'll be fine." Aisha brushes him off.

"My love, I don't know if you're just ignorant or you really want me to suffer."

"Hmm, both."

"!!!" Tsk! If it weren't for that dàmn brother of his, Aeron might've punish this spitfire of a woman in front of him last night but no, he just had to call and disturbed their supposedly wonderful night. 

Aeron didn't know but it really feels like the heaven is deliberately destroying all his plans and giving a sign that they are not meant to be.

Thinking of this, Aeron couldn't help but to scoff. Whether it is the heaven or hell, they can't make them separate. Aisha was his, and his alone.

But... is she willing to be his?

Ever since he told her to break off her engagement with Freohr, they didn't talk about it after they heard Freohr's voice message.

He was dàmn sure that Aisha has some feelings with him. If not, then why is Aisha is willing to succumb to the warmth and pleasure he gives her? Aisha wasn't someone who will get intimate with a person she doesn't have feelings, and comfortable with. No, she wasn't thay kind of woman.

But is her feelings for him is too lightly that she can't bear to part with Freohr?

Aeron isn't going to lie, but he was hurt at the fact that Freohr is more important to Aisha than he is to her. He was jealous at their relationship, he was jealous that they had spend most of their lives with each other. Growing up together, fighting together, and understanding one's emotions better than he understand Aisha and her own brother.

Aeron's grip tightens at the wheel, his knuckles turning white. Unbeknownst to him, Aisha was observing him for quite awhile now.

Although, his face blank, and couldn't fathom what he's feeling at the moment, but his eyes betrayed him greatly. In his deep blue eyes, Aisha saw pain, anger, jealousy, and more.

Aisha was in a turmoil. She wanted to comfort him, to assure him that she has no feelings for Freohr other than being his younger brother, but she can't. She dare not to.

If she breaks off her engagement with Freohr, it'll endanger his life, without her protection, Freohr will be most likely to be the target of the enemy. It's better to let everyone know that Freohr is someone who cannot be mess with, because if they do, Aisha will let them meet Satan personally.

She can't let that happen. Not when Freohr is...

Sucking in a deep breath, Aisha calms her heart. She can't bear it if Freohr's life will be in danger but she also can't bear to hurt Aeron.

What to do?

"You'll be living in my villa from now on." Aeron suddenly said, slyly taking advantage of the absentminded Aisha.

"Okay," Aisha nodded, before her mind registered what Aeron said. "What!? Living with you!? I can't!"

"Why not?" Aeron frowned.

"Didn't you here what Freohr said last night!? Forget about our engagement, even if there isn't he won't let me be with you."

"And since when did Freohr will be the one who will decide for you?"

"He's not but the both of you have grudge towards each other? What if the two of you suddenly fight?"

"Then he will be the one who will lose."

"Aeron!"

"I'm just stating a fact," Aeron couldn't help but to chuckle. "Between the two of us, who do you think will win if we actually fight?"

Aisha was silent but the answer was obvious. In terms of strength, techniques, skills, talents, and brains, it was obvious that Aeron beat Freohr in all aspect.

Not to mention Aisha. After knowing him, she realized that if she didn't work hard, Aeron could easily beat her. It was a good thing that they aren't related to each other. Or else the comparison will give birth to another Kristen 2.0.

It was also a good thing that he and Aeron are...

Aeron smirks when he saw Aisha shut her mouth. "What? You don't want to honor our dare? You lose."

"Can't it be something else?"

"Nope," Aeron shook his head. "I want you to live with me." He told her in a resolute tone. He knows that once Freohr will be here, he will live together with Aisha.

Who in the world will any man let their woman live with an another guy? She is going to live with him and that's that!

This stubborn, childish, Boss of a Mafia! Aisha's eyes darken and was about to hit his head when her phone "ping" indicating she had a message.

She frowns and took her phone, and in it was a message from Freohr: "Sorry, sweetheart, there are sudden problems here, I can't go there for a moment."

Aisha's mind blank for a couple of minutes, before her face reveal a disbelieving look. She can already guess what happened. 

"You're things are in my villa, by the way." Aeron said, not bothering to conceal the smirk and mirth in his face.

Aisha clenched her jaw and shouted, "Aeron, you sly, cunning, shameless bàstard!"

[1] In Norse Mythology, Freki, alongside with Geri, are Odin's wolves. Both names means "greedy", or "ravenous".

In a time where Mafia famiglias are reigning the world, where the weak always fall into the hands of the strong, and where love has no place in a world full of bloods. 

Aisha De La Torre, a beauty with her deep violet eyes that can penetrate one's soul. She was said to be the most ruthless female Mafia Boss of all times. With her face of a Goddess, there was a saying where never judge a book by its cover, because beneath that face of hers lies a devil who will spare no mercy and kills you with no hesitation.

With deaths and betrayals as she grew up, Aisha never believe in finding that "one true love" her late Mother was saying.

Love has no place in this world of killing.

***

"What are you daydreaming about?" Aisha look up to see a pair of strikingly deep blue eyes staring right into her violet ones.

"Nothing." Aisha answered as her mind wonders to those people who forsaken her and her famiglia. 

Every single person who takes part of the assasination will perish.

I will return the pain my famiglia had been put through a hundred times more painful, Aisha vowed in her heart.

Aisha felt his hands circling her small waist and through the backless fitted black dress she wore, she can feel the muscular body of the man as she shudders at the warmth of his breath above her ear, "Don't worry, we will give them the revenge they deserve. You just have to wait patiently for the right time." 

Aisha almost gasp when he bit her earlobe and spoke in a cold, sinister manner, "After all, revenge is a dish best served cold."

Standing tall on one of the tallest peaks of the Divine Realm, the All-Father Odin looks at his domain, Asgard, a city of gold and runes that could stop all manner of beings. Odin was not happy looking at his domain, as he knew it was not perfect as it was missing his fellow Asgardians, the Norse Gods to inhabit it.

As he stood there in his armor and divine weapon Gungnir in his hand, he sent his two ravens, Huginn and Muninn to Earth, seeking to know who to 'awaken' amongst the Asgardians. 

He was amongst the Deities that had captured the invaders, thus he was given a reward in the form of expanding the Norse Pantheon, gaining more traction than the other Deities.

Waiting for a couple of hours, his ravens return, sharing their knowledge with their master. Listening, Odin frowned as he realized he was one of the most ignored and isolated Chief Gods. The number of people who knew him was many yet those who worship him are few and far between. Amongst the Norse Gods, his son Thor and his brother Loki are more recognizable than himself, the All-Father.

Letting go of his spear, Odin holds a token in his hand, fiddling with it, as his mind wanders; since if he created a Norse God, it wouldn't help his situation much in the world, why not create something to bid the time by? 

Crushing the token, Odin thought about the person he wanted to create and a swirl of power emerged creating the most beautiful goddess Frigga, the Goddess of Asgard, Fertility, Peace, Fate, and Motherhood.

A beautiful blond hair woman that stood taller than the average woman at 2.5 meters tall but still remains beautiful and attractive. Her eyes were close, seemingly not willing to see the tainted world, on her golden locks, a crown made of green plants whose petals we're in full bloom. She is wearing a long white one-piece dress that entraps her attractive figure. 

The goddess' appearance was accompanied by the skies of Asgard turning golden and reddish misty hue that made one heartbeat increase and desire to possess the most beautiful thing in the world to fester at their hearts.

Frigga 'look' around the surroundings with her close eyes, noticing Odin who was standing there in his armor. She approaches him and holds his hand, acting intimately with him.

Odin had complicated emotions as he looked at his wife Frigga. He knew everyone inside the Divine Realm was not real, none of the Deities truly exists. The consciousness of men created them in order to explain the mysteries of the universe. He knew the myths surrounding him, which include him being lustful and having many children with all manner of lifeforms. In all that time, the one to look over his children was not him, Odin, nor their true mothers, it was Frigga who remained silently at his side, never questioning whatever he planned. 

Odin decided in this life he would allow his woman to be happy and worry-free, however, that would mean many gods vital to the Norse Pantheon would not be born, such as Thor.

Holding the hand of Frigga, Odin decides to speak after thinking for a moment, as he opened his mouth, Frigga kissed him and shook her head, " You cannot be selfish and only be with me. You have a great destiny, one that doesn't involve you alone, it involves those that come after you as well. I may not know what we are doing here, but it cannot be mistaken that we have escaped Ragnarok or been reborn from it. I see many things in the future, yet I cannot speak of them; as it would lose its course if it's known. Fate is like a child, once you scare it, it will be afraid to move forward, that's why we must let it run its course. Even I must track along this path that I know may lead to my death." Frigga's voice was so soft and soulful that it could cause rocks to bend and mountains to crumble. Everything about her was full of attractiveness but beneath that lies a goddess that not even Odin dares to belittle at she doesn't lose out to him in prowess or wisdom.

Odin nodded, pulling her into his arms as they stared silently at Asgard, the realm of the Norse Gods. He believes everything his wife said but he notices that she was not like him, she is under the impression that Ragnarok is what brought them here. She didn't want to change or diverge off the path of fate but she didn't realize she already had; meaning that he could make the Norse Gods far stronger and more united than before as he could conquer them one by one, stomping down on any rebelliousness in one go.

In the Divine Realm, there lies an area that is called the realms of Gods by the Deities. In this area, a huge scroll floated on it, names of pantheons and the individual in that pantheon we're written underneath them. This is also the core of the Divine Realm.

The scroll was constantly flashing as new news was being written down. If one focused closely on the scroll, one would notice that half of the scroll was faintly turning black, as names written in crimson blood appeared.

Babylon Pantheon: Chief God: Marduk( God of Creation, Vegetation,  Justice, and Magic)

Goddess of Dragons, Tiamat

Christian Pantheon: Chief God: Yahweh( Creation God, Lord of Heaven, the embodiment of Good)

Dark Goddess Lilith

Etc…

After the names in blood were names written in golden light. 

Chinese Pantheon: Chief God: Jade Emperor( Ruler of the Three Realms, Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Controller of the Universe, Supreme God.)

Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan

Akan Pantheon: Chief God: Nyame( Creator God, Sky Father, the Observer, and the Spider)

Earth Goddess Asase Yaa

Etc...

As the names kept on increasing, the energy of the Divine Realm increased, making the realm becoming increasingly more firm. 

The barriers around the realm of Gods fluctuated constantly as an arm was reaching for the God Scroll, with greed and burning ambitions in her eyes. As long as she grabs the scroll, she will become the ruler of the Divine Realm. 

Just a little bit closer, her soul said urging her along. The tip of her finger touched the scroll, pushing it further from her grasp, yet she did not give up, her dream and ambition will not allow her to. She will show this world that all men, whether they be Deities or men are not superior to them, women. No matter what time of day, we will rule this world!!!

Billions of years had passed before a lonely soul is born; another billion years pass, as his goal was being made; a billion later...... let see what happens

Wilson Ignis was just an ordinary guy, albeit he did have ADHD and Dyslexia. However, he had know idea how his life would change, and how he became a legendary figure in both a mortal and mythological standpoint.

Updates should be depending on my free time. There will be at least one a week to daily chapters.

-Inter-relation of Elves, Gnomes, and Dwarves.

 

This is probably the head-scratcher from the latest proper lore chapter that has a lot of people wondering. However, there is an actual proper reason why I decided to go with all of this, because in fact the three races have all actually been confused as the same species as one another at some point during their origin. As such, I have made all three of them related to one another for the purpose of the lore of this world.

 

The origins of the three races is a little convoluted. These three terms are all based on the German language, but Gnomes and Dwarves both have their original origins elsewhere. The reason behind my linking Gnomes and Dwarves actually is reflected in the complex history with these three races.

 

Dwarves originally come from Norse mythology, and are supernatural beings of incredible power that rivals the gods. In some Norse legends, four dwarves named after the four cardinal directions are even said to hold up the sky. They are most closely associated with metal smithing and metal work, and are said to have incredible abilities in that field. The dwarves were even the ones who created the most powerful weapon of the gods, Thor's hammer Mjolnir which was crafted from the heart of a collapsed star.

 

There are also some norse legends that talk about Elves. However, upon closer examination of these stories about Elves, you quickly realize they are described as appearing like and doing the exact same things as the Dwarves. From this, it becomes clear that the Elves and Dwarves described in Norse mythology are actually referring to the exact same entities and are just called different names in different tellings of the legends.

 

The reason for Elves and Dwarves being mistaken as the same creatures likely stems from the Scandinavian countries being close to Germany geographically. While the German version of the dwarves are short and stocky with long beards, the Norse version of the dwarves are, in fact, tall slender and powerful, far more closely resembling the German Elves than the German Dwarves.

 

Now, as for where Gnomes come into all of this, they actually come from Renaissance Magic, a revival of the occult during the renaissance era primarily out of Italy. Gnomes were said to be earth spirits that could move through solid ground as easily as a human could move through air, and were described as "two spans high" (Span = the distance between the tip of a grown man's thumb to the tip of the pinky if the fingers are spread as far as they will go.) Similarly, when this concept of a Gnome came to Germany, it got wrapped up in the German concept of the Dwarf and the two got confused with one another.

 

As such, the reason for the inter-relation of Elves, Dwarves, and Gnomes in the lore of this story is put there to reflect how these three races had very close relations with one another in their origins to the point of frequently being confused for one another.

 

The three races have been generally described here, but this only explains why I decided to have the three races be related in this way for the purpose of this lore. My gnomes and dwarves though, while being closer to their original lore than the Tolkien-based D&D universe has them, are harshly nerfed compared to the original lore. (Or, maybe not. This is a cultivation world after all, their original lore could just describe those at the highest levels of their cultivation.)

 

So, each race will also deserve to have a deeper dive taken into each one of them.

 

 

-Elves

 

The Elves are the only one of the three races that actually have their original origin in German lore. They are very closely associated with Faeries, and said to be supernatural beings of great power. Elves in German lore would often help or hinder humans in several ways.

 

One of the frequent ways they were said to harm humans was by kidnapping children who wandered into the woods. Although, there is some question as to whether or not this was actually a bit of wishful thinking on the part of the parents as the elves were also said to treat the kidnapped children well and said to have a great love and desire for human children. It's likely that thinking their missing children were kidnapped by elves would be better than the possible alternatives.

 

There are several legends about faeries and elves alike that say that if you eat any food that they offer you, you will be forever unable to leave their realm. It is difficult to track the particular origin of this take on the legend though as it is common to German, English, and Irish faery lore, and is said to be a trait of both faeries and elves.

 

Elves have always been portrayed as tall and slender human-height beings, with Santa's elves being an anomaly and a relatively new and non-traditional portrayal of Elves as of the early 20th century. The model of Elves most famous today comes from J.R.R Tolkein, and then from Dungeons and Dragons which heavily based its lore on the works of Tolkien.

 

 

-Dark Elves

 

Dark Elves are actually a concept that also originated from Norse mythology. While for the most part, Elves and Dwarves were more or less described as having all the exact same characteristics and had the exact same feats attributed to them, indicating it was most certainly just a regional difference between the two telling of the story, there is one difference among those who called them Elves instead of Dwarves. They were, in fact, described as dark-skinned, and often called "Dark Elves."

 

It is likely that the Norse "Dark Elves" That were the same as their Dwarves came from an intermingling with German lore about Elves. However, German Elves are always described as fair-skinned. This is a likely origin of why portrayals of Dark Elves often have them being more powerful than the light skinned elves.

 

The name "Dark Elves" has something of a slightly sinister connotation to it to begin with, but the fact that they became something that was considered outright evil likely came from Tolkien once again. Tolkien's Orcs were corrupted and mutated Elves that were kept underground and turned into bestial blood-thirsty murder machines. Dungeons and Dragons would later separate the concept of the Orc off into its own race unrelated to the Elves, but instead they re-applied the term "Dark Elf" and gave these dark elves almost the exact same origin as Tolkien's Orcs.

 

One of the biggest differences between Tolkien's Orcs and the D&D dark elves, aside from gaining back their gracefulness, is that D&D dark elves have powerful magic which surpasses that of the surface Elves. This is likely a stronger reflection of the Dark Elf's origin in Norse mythology. (Of course, as a mechanic for game balance, the dark elf's magic is also spoiled by sunlight.)

 

 

-Sun Dwarves, Dark dwarves, and Duergar

 

The second edition of Dungeons and Dragons had a concept of sub-races of dwarves, some being mountain dwarves, some being surface dwarves. The D&D 2nd eddition surface dwarves were described in terms that made them sound almost exactly like the D&D halflings, which was their coppyright-safe version of Tolkein's Hobbits (since Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs were names taken from earlier mythologies and thus free use, but Hobbits are a race entirely invented by Tolkien and thus his intellectual property.)

 

Sun dwarves and dark dwarves are a concept that is simply easier for readers to recognize the meaning of. Duergar is a bit more of a complicated example though. These are another one of the sub-races of dwarves introduced originally in 2nd edition D&D, and unlike the surface dwarves the duergar are a sub-race that persisted. Duergar, as opposed to regular mountain/cave dwarves (the version most associated with the image of the modern fantasy Dwarf,) Duergar were a sub-race of dwarf said to live so deep under the ground that they were never seen by humans and were rarely even seen by the regular mining dwarves who never dug down that extremely deep.

 

Duergar are likely the inspiration of someone on the TSR (creators of D&D) staff who took a second look at the norse origins of the Dwarves and noticed the confusion between the dark elves and the dwarves representing the same people, and likely asked why it was that the dark elves skin was dark, but dwarves were portrayed as white skinned like the German version. And, subsequently made a version of the Dwarves more similar to the dark elves.

 

The different versions of the better known dwarves are justified through the original German lore as well. Just like the dark elf - dwarf confusion in the Norse mythology, German folk lore about Dwarves also has two completely different versions of the dwarf depending on who you ask. Some versions describe them as having long bushy beards, and others describe them as being child-like and easily mistaken for a human child. Thus, for the sake of the lore in this world, the version of the dwarf that's easily mistaken for a child have been turned into this world's equivalent of hobbits and called "sun dwarves," while the ones with bushy beards have been put up in their mines and called "dark dwarves."

 

 

-Gnomes

 

Gnomes are likely the race with the least alternate versions, but the most twists and turns in their history. As described earlier on why they are on the same family tree in this lore as Elves and Dwarves, this is because they were combined with the German dwarves in their legends soon after they came to Germany and stopped being high-power earth spirits.

 

Later, when TSR got ahold of them and put them into their Dungeons and Dragons game, they essentially became slender versions of the Dwarves that specialized in magic, also featuring pointed ears as though they were short elves.

 

This concept of short elves with powerful magic has appeared before this in the real world though in the form of Santa's elves. I have decided for the purpose of this lore, it was the Gnomes that had their name mistaken with the elves that created the concept of Santa's elves back on Earth.

 

 

-Fey Dragons

 

The fey dragons are actually a product of some relatively recent lore. They come from the Fairy Dragons from Dungeons and Dragons. D&D Fairy dragons are based on western dragons, having butterfly wings instead of standard dragon's wings. The origin of the fey dragons used here are a simple matter of me having taken this concept, not liking the portrayal of these little pixy like dragonoids with butterfly wings, and then using something I felt was more appropriate.

 

So, the fey version of any creature is supposed to be more powerful than their god-born counterpart. So, the fey dragons had to be more powerful than the normal dragons somehow. IRL, there are 3 major portrayals of dragons, Eastern Dragons, Western Dragons, and then the winged serpents of South America. I felt that winged serpents not only fit the definition of a more powerful form of dragon, since the South American winged serpents were all literal gods, but they actually were the closest of the 3 legends to the original lore about dragons back before they delineated into these 3 major models.

 

The original dragon lore was literally an amalgamation of everything that was dangerous to a human, basically they were mythical creatures that encompassed everything humans feared. Snakes are natural enemies of humans, so back before we evolved to walk across the ground we climbed trees to get away from things like that. But, what if the snakes could fly? Eventually, they were given the trait of fire breathing too.

 

As such, I felt South America's winged serpents had to be used as my model of dragons at some point. I still did not like the idea of fairy or butterfly wings, so I gave the fey dragons shiny bird-feathered wings.

 

 

-Fey in general

 

I have had a hard time tracking down the actual origins of the term "fey," but I have heard it in literature enough to know it applies to "fairy folk," basically any creature associated with faeries. This includes all mythical creatures of the forest that are not portrayed as monsters, elves being included on the list.

 

 

 

 

-Human hybrid fey

 

IRL lore is absolutely littered with stories about human-hybrid creatures, and some of them, fauns, satyr, and arla-une in particular, are generally regarded as fey. So, in order to accommodate the concept of fauns and satyrs as fey, I wound up having to expand the definition to include all mythical human hybrids, including several that were actually from Greek and Egyptian lore. (I made the decision to exclude the anubis since they 1. shared the name of an Egyptian god, and 2. were too similar to Aldets, which are even also from Egyptian lore. It's just that one is "dog" in general, and the other is "Jackal" specifically.)

 

 

-Demi faeries

 

Demi faeries are an adaptation of the "little people" from Irish folk lore. Irish folk lore had a whole number of different kinds of "little people," each with different names depending on where they were found. There were the little people that lived in the house, the little people that lived in the barn, the little people that lived in the fields, the little people that lived in shoe shops, the little people that lived in other "insert X name" shops, and literally all of them had a different name that the Irish lore called them depending on where they lived.

 

To get even more confusing, the names of them were also different depending on what part of Ireland you lived in. The names for these "little people" never stayed consistent at all. Eventually though, some Irish store owner living in the United States decided he wanted to find a way to better market Irish folk lore to US citizens in order to help mend the suspicion Americans had for the Irish (At the time, the Irish were treated a lot like how Latin Americans are today.) What he did was he gathered all the oddly named different Irish "little people" under one name, Leprechauns.

 

Much like how Leprechauns are a gathering of all the different named "little people" of Irish lore, the Demi faeries fill the same role. They do not have wings, but they have faerie magic and, like other fey, are reliant on human spirit energy. Do not expect them to act very much like Leprechauns though, they are based far more on the original "little people" lore, leprechauns were given a lot of eccentricities to make them more charming for the sake of marketing them to Americans at the time.

 

 

-Final words

 

Well, that's all for this chapter. I will likely do another one of these for the next book if anything new comes up that I feel needs to be talked about.

He had lived a good life. A man who traveled the world, saw the cultures, learned the languages. For a period, he had even discovered a historical preservation of a martial art practiced by the Samuri and Ninja in Japan that caught his interest. He learned it until he had attained a level of mastery worthy to instruct those back in his home in the United States.

Before he settled down to become a teacher, he first became a nurse. It was too late to go through the intense schooling to become a doctor, but he had been inspired by the Indian and Chinese traditions of the strong link between the ways of healing and the ways of body mastery that are the core of the martial arts.

He settled down and had his family, opened his school, and taught several students. It was a good life, his 60 years. But then, when he had finished the children’s class one day in which his own grandaughter was a student, he decided to take her for icecream. That was when it all went wrong.

He was fine after the accident. His grandaughter… was not. In that moment, someone claiming to be a fallen goddess promised him the ability to take the consequences of his mistake entirely onto himself. He would die, his grandaughter would live on in perfect health. In this moment of weakness, he could not possibly refuse.

The last thing he knew in his life was that his precious granddaughter had been saved. The first thing he knew in his next life was that he was in the womb, and he was a twin. A twin he would later discover was the very goddess who helped him to save his granddaughter.

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After getting the true essence of mana from the creepy Vanir gods, I had completed one more step towards getting my weapon, and now… there was nothing left but to get the last two fucking ingredients, and well, I suppose I was about to see how fucked I was soon enough, "Do you know where to find Fenrir?" I asked Thor, if my Norse lore knowledge was anything to go by, the big wolf was the easiest for me right now, being bound to a cave, unable to move until the darkest day arrived, made it easier for me to get what I needed. One of his fangs
















"I do," Thor nodded grimly, "Niflheim,"

















Niflheim or the mist world, was known as the darkest and coldest region of all the realms according to Norse mythology, and apparently it was the world selected to be the prison for Fenrir, "Alright, let's go," I sighed. 

















I was not going to lie, or fool myself, I was deep down scared of the two following tasks I had to complete to get my weapon, facing the two greatest monsters in Norse mythology even if I was playing my moves smartly, was terrifying.
















"How do you want to do this?" Thor inquired, breaking me out of my long reviere.
















"Well, no idea except I don't want to fight them," I chuckled.
















"Fair enough," Thor nodded, with that I teleported us back to Asgard, where we would use the Bifrost to go to Niflheim.



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With the help of Heimdall, we arrived to Niflheim with no complications, and boy was this fucking realm cold, holy shit, even as a God here I was shivering in cold, "Holy… c-c-c-rap," I muttered.
















"I-I k-new… there… was a reason I hated this realm," Thor cursed.
















"So… wh-where the f-uck.. is that wolf," I asked Thor.


















"Just… f-follow the r-r-river!" Thor pointed to the river nearby where we were, "Th-that's his s-saliva,"


















"D-d-disgusting," But mythologically accurate, in Norse lore it was known as the river of expectation, but still… ew.


















I guess it's time to follow the spit version of the Niagara Falls, so that I can give the big demonic doggo the dental care he so desperately needs. With nothing else to do but follow the disgusting trail back to Fenrir, we started walking and as we followed the Drool River up, deeper into fucking mist/ice tundra realm, I started to feel more and more as the atmosphere started to thicken, it didn't take me long to figure out it what it was. 



















Fenrir, I was feeling his overwhelming presence, and it kinda reminded me of Sun Wukong, but it was more feral, and vastly more suffocating, "I think we are close to the beast," I chuckled.



















"Yep," Thor nodded, "I can feel the big asshole nearby," he stated, holding his hammer tight, "We should find him soon enough," he pointed back to the Drool River


















"Ew," I chuckled.


















"Ew indeed," Thor chuckled.
















We continued following the River, to where it naturally began, finding ourselves in the entrance of a very damp cave, from the inside a powerful growl followed by a howl could be heard, shaking the very foundation of the cave from within.


















"Here it is," Thor stated.


















"Here goes nothing," I breathed out, entering the cave, with each step weighing me down, as if I was getting an extra ton to carry with every inch I advanced. The cave was like nothing I have ever seen before, it literally had an entire ecosystem inside, which mountains and forests inside.


















I continued on my path until I eventually stopped walking, feeling as if the air itself had stiffened, finding myself face to face with the Father of Wolves, Fenrir, "Greek…." The Godly Demonic wolf struggled to say, as he eyed me with curiosity, moving as much as the bindings around him allowed him to move.





































I have seen big creatures, and then there was Fenrir, he was easily the biggest being I had ever seen face to face, towering over all creatures, even above the Titans themselves, no wonder he was destined to kill Odin, the bastard was massive, and his power was massive as well… but this brought some terrifying points that I would have to investigate later, like the fact in the Riordan books… Fenrir was small, and it was nothing like the beast I was seeing right now.

















"Get your fang," Thor whispered.

















"I might be bound… but I still can kill you… boy," Fenrir growled, the sword keeping his mouth open moving a bit.
















"I would appreciate if you didn't," I replied, wondering how in the fuck was I supposed to take one of his fangs out, when a single fang was like ten feet tall.
















"We don't need your approval, beast," Thor hissed in anger, lighting coming out his body, breaking the ground where he was standing. And I think this is the first time I have seen Thor angry.
















"Still mad at me?" Fenrir growled, "How is your brother… Tyr was it? Is he still missing his arm?" And then I realized, this motherfucker was trying to get Thor angry, on purpose… but why?




















"I will slay you where you stand!" Thor growled, jumping at the beast only to be stopped by a barrier I created the moment I realized Fenrir was trying to rile Thor up.





















"Drop the barrier!" Thor demanded, glaring at me.















"He is trying to manipulate you," I pointed out, "I don't know much of the seal keeping him in place but I am sure attacking him is something is not something we want to do if he wants that," I glared at the wolf, "I bet it would weaken the seal somehow,"

















"I will eat you alive," Fenrir growled, thrashing around trying to reach me in anger, showing I had struck gold with my point.


















"I see," Thor smirked, looking at the beast with a cocky smile, "Sorry, but I will not be walking you out today,"
















I snorted at his doggo joke, "So any ideas how to get one of his fangs out?" I inquired, I was at lost here.

















"Cavities?" Thor shrugged.
















"A good start but no," I chuckled.

One moment I was dying on a really uncomfortable hospital bed and the next... well, I’m alive... though this time, I'm not even human anymore... but who cares.







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