Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
“He is saving her now,” Gideon explained. “At least we hope so.”
His ear picked up something from a distance. A buzzing of sorts. A noise that he hadn’t heard before.
“Something is coming,” the bear shifter announced as the noise intensified. “So many of them-“
“We don’t have much time,” Riannon said. “He needs to get back soon or-“
“Don’t you dare say this!” Joran interrupted her. “It’s Fenrir.
He-can survive anything.”
The cacophony of strange sounds became more distinct, causing Bjorn to grow his claws just in case. Eerie cries and screeches, blended with guttural growls and piercing shrieks, came e closer and closer.
“Something is coming!” He repeated. “So many of them!”
Joran’s power pulled him into the room roughly and he felt his fireball exploding in the elevator after all.
“We know!” The Serpent grunted. “We can see them!”
“Wh-what do you see?” Bjorn didn’t really want to know the answer. He wanted to take Strawberry and leave this place.
“Demons!” Nikki replied. “Darius, there are so many of them!”
“We need to go!” He navigated himself through the room thanks to her scent.
“Too late,” Joran informed him.
“Darius!” Nikki grasped his hand. “It’s-Remember how you told me you hated to be the bad guy?”
He wished he had never told her now. She was too young, too pure at heart
“We can’t leave them,” she cupped his cheek. “Besides, there is a swarm of flying demons heading in our direction.
We are not getting too far away. It’s not the time to run. It’s time to be a hero.”
“Nik,” he sighed, giving up. She was the first woman ever to see him that way and the only one that mattered to him.” Stay safe.”
“I will need to try to restart his heart soon,” Riannon said, her voice trembling. It was so unusual for her that everyone in the room felt the heaviness of their situation.
“Then you do that.” Joran stretched his neck, preparing for a fight. “I’ll give you as much time as I can.”
“Careful!” Gideon roared, and the glass wall shattered into millions of pieces, flying at them like tiny daggers.
So it began…
Vidar stormed out of the hall and froze at the tall gates, his loyal men following his every step, ready to kill for him if necessary
The intense heat struck the God of Vengeances face, making it difficult to breathe. His lungs felt like they were melting, and he found the reason for it instantly -the giant fire wolf glared at him from above.
“Impossible!” Vidar exclaimed, realising his worst nightmare was unfolding before him. “He was banned from Asgard forever! He can’t waltz in here and-“
His train of thought was broken when he saw a Valkyrie flying high in the sky. Her golden wings reflected the sun, causing him to blink.
Realising how his adversary infiltrated his domain, Vidar swore under his breath at the inescapable loophole. If only there were any other surviving Valkyries able to seal the entrance to this realm for him, he could have prevented this. Sadly, none of them wanted to join him, so he killed them one by one. Some even before Ragnarok. The pang of regret struck him as he acknowledged that he should have dealt with Kara the same way. He had to eliminate her just like her sisters, but after finding out she was helping the rebels, he wanted to punish her. He found a twisted pleasure in witnessing his enemies endure suffering, firmly believing that Kara would eventually return, begging for his mercy. That was when he wanted to kill her. Or make her his slave. That would have depended on his mood that day.
Yet she chose to oppose him and brought that mutt into his home.
Whispers rippled through the crowd
“Is that Fenrir?”
“And a Valkyrie? What is happening?”
“I thought all Valkyries were already dead!”
“This must be an illusion! Who is this?”
Fenrir lifted his head up to the Asgardian sky and let out a roar that shook the ground under everyones feet. They had heard a similar roar before, and just the memory of what followed made everyone shiver.
They feared him. It was primal, chilling to the bone fear that made gods tremble in his presence.
“Shoot the Valkyrie!” Vidar ordered, annoyed by her presence, a reminder of his one and only weakness-the desire for revenge. His warriors hesitated, still paralysed with shock.
Flames covered the giant wolf as if devouring him whole, but the next moment, they dissipated, leaving a tall, dark figure of a man.
“There is no place like home!” Fenrir smirked at them, tilting his head. “I haven’t seen you all in ages!”
A portal opened, and three men walked out of it, taking their places at Fenrir’s side as Kara descended from the sky.
“Traitor!” Vidar threw at her, but she ignored him, spreading her wings wider, each golden feather as sharp as a dagger.
“That’s a compliment, considering who is talking.” Devoss brushed non-existent dust off the golden chains on his bright red leather jacket. “But there is no need for honeyed words. We will drink mead after we win.”
“Win?” Vidar’s jaw ticked. He couldn’t believe the audacity of these people. “You must be kidding!”
“Jokes aside,” Bash arched a brow, “this wedding looks dull. Feels like something important is missing. The bride, maybe?”
The silence on the square became deadly as a smile curled onto Fenrir’s lips. His girl was on her way to the Source, just as they planned. He trusted her to reach it, and he would take care of everything else in the meantime.
“The last remaining son of Odin, I challenge you to combat!
At this point, only Death can settle the score!” Fenrir’s words reverberated through the air as a wave
“It’s beneath me to fight you!” Vidar seethed, gaining the support of his closest warriors, who chuckled in response.
“My liege, allow me to deal with this abomination,” one of them offered, stepping forward and materialising a large axe in his arms, but the next moment, something shining and powerful swept through the air, landing in Fenrir’s hand
A veil of dark clouds covered the sky, and lightning struck right between them as everyone gasped, seeing Odin’s spear for the first time in millennia.
“You have no right to wield Gungnir!” Vidar bellowed.
“Why not?” Fenir spun the weapon between his fingers. “I killed Odin in a fair fight. It’s rightfully mine. Same as Asgard. You grabbed your father’s helmet while his body wasn’t even cold and ignored your siblings’ battles to become the ruler, but guess what, it doesn’t make you one.”
“You count on usurping my throne?” Vidar grated out.
“Out of the two of us, you are the usurper! I did not want this place; I did not need it. I had only one wish, one desire, but you couldn’t leave me and Astraea alone. Whatever happens here today is on you!”
“Astraea is mine!” The God of Vengeance seethed. “She was given to me! She and everything she has belongs to me!”
“She is not a thing to be given to anyone! She is a person, and she made her choice a long time ago. Refusing to listen to it doesn’t make it any less true.”
“Vidar will crush you!” Magnus interjected, walking through the formed crowd. “No Asgardian god would decline a challenge, and you are talking with the son of Odin!”
“I am counting on it,” Fenrir sneered, happy for the sudden intervention. “After all, we don’t need to repeat the past.
How about one life to decide the fate of the realm? Vidar’s or mine. Only one of us will walk out of here alive, and that person will have everything.”
“You have no chance!” Magnus commented and then made a gesture to his warriors. “Form a circle!”
The soldiers obeyed, pressing the crowd to make space and only letting Fenrir’s people stay as close as them to be fair.
“I still didn’t hear your leader accepting my challenge,”
Vidar scanned the space around him, swearing inwardly as he saw so many faces expecting him to do the honourable thing. He was in the prime of his power and trained at the same level as Fenir was, if not better, but… he did not like to take risks. Fighting Fenir was an enormous risk.
However, if he came up with an excuse now, this would ruin his reputation once and for all. Magnus cleared his throat as if to hint to him it was time to respond and only now Vidar realised his nephew was not guarding the fake Source.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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