Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert
Only now Niki realised they had lost the fourth demon.
Where was it?
Her eyes locked with Bjorn’s right when she heard Riannon screaming. “Niki, dodge”
Fenrir blocked another desperate attack from his nemesis, wondering what had taken Astrea so long and regretting he couldn’t go searching for her.
The God of Vengeance was properly exhausted by now, but so was he. It really didn’t help that he didn’t have his full strength with his body kept between life and death in the mortal realm.
The spectacle had run its course, leaving no room for attributing Fenrir’s potential victory to mere chance.
Resolute he had had enough, the wolf prepared to bring this to an end, as he had little time left.
“I will avenge my father!” Vidar spat blood to the ground, acutely aware of his people’s intense gazes in his direction.
They looked disappointed, and he knew that with each missed blow, he was losing another bit of their respect.
This realisation led him to a cascade of mistakes, so the glorious victory he had dreamed of for so long was slowly eluding from his grasp.
“You had centuries to do that,” Fenrir reminded him, “but suddenly, you can’t wait any longer?”
“Let’s just say I wanted to see you suffer first!” The son of Odin narrowed his eyes, ready for his next move.
Channelling his wrath, he waved his hand, conjuring a blazing wall of fire which engulfed the battlefield in a deadly inferno.
The Asgardians around them gasped, some even materialised their shields for protection, but Fenir spun the spear in his hand, dissipating the flames with ease, to everyones astonishment.
“You can’t fight fire with fire! If your father saw what you turned into, he would have been embarrassed right now!” A chuckle left the Alpha God’s chest. “And that’s me saying that. The man who hated Odin more than anyone else. At least I still had some respect for him. You-you are nothing but a disgrace.”
Vidar let out an angry scream, lunging at him with another s***h of his blade.
“Says a mutt who could only dine with us as a pet!”
“And look how that worked out for you all!”
Fenrir intercepted the desperate attack with a smirk playing on his lips and kicked his adversary’s leg, dislocating his knee and throwing him to the dirt without gracing his insult with a response. It was all in the past. He had moved on a long time ago.
Vidar was a good warrior. Great even, but not a match for him in a fair fight. The God of Vengeances main advantage lay in the peak of his divine power that had grown all these years since he lived close to the Source.
Fenir was deprived of that, not to mention that his current state wasn’t his strongest, but he was still ready to fight and win. He had centuries preparing for this exact moment.
Devoss, Bash, Warg and Kara were helping him train for that battle, even when they were not sure if it would ever happen. Now, the centuries of dedication finally bore fruit.
Fenrir’s eyes met with Devoss just for a split second. The old fox was probably the best of his teachers, thanks to his brash tricks and cheating. He always kept the wolf on his toes, so when Vidar decided it wasn’t beyond him to cheat either, he was prepared
The ruler of Asgard had to duck down to escape Fenrir’s spear. Desperate, he dug his fingers into the earth under his feet, whispering a quick spell. The ancient demon language was his last hope. Playing noble did not work out in his favour, and now it looked like he had nothing to lose.
The earth trembled and groaned, fissures spreading like veins across the ground. The solid surface fractured, and the widening cracks moved towards Fenrir as a wave of deadly energy threatened to swallow him whole.
Dark ancient magic.
Demon magic.
He watched it with an arched brow, not a muscle flinching until it almost reached him. When it was near, he hit the ground with his spear, simultaneously throwing a few beads and creating another shattering wave of energy to oppose the destruction coming his way and subduing it before it could bring any damage to him
Whispers and gasps rippled through the crowds.
“How did you-” Vidar gritted his teeth, knowing this was one of the best tricks up his sleeve. He couldn’t fight the mutt with fire, he did not have any divine weapon to oppose his father’s spear, and he clearly did not have superior fighting skills.
He started working with demons precisely for that reason.
They were the only ones who could offer him something he hadn’t already had a type of magic that could help kill all his enemies no matter who they were. All he had to do in return was sacrifice a few people who wronged him. It was a mutually beneficial agreement. Even when they wanted to kill Astrea and take the essence from her dragonfly mark, it was still worth it. Or so he thought. Back then, he had no idea it was her last life. However, even if he knew… he would probably still sacrifice his defiant mate. Power was better than anything anyway, and Hunters were always one step ahead of him. This was more important than having a stubborn woman.
Anger boiled in his chest. He sacrificed so much for this. He was the higher being! A God! An heir of Odin! Brother of Thor and Baldur! He was not going to lose his kingdom to an abomination like Fenrir! And once again, he was ready to do what others couldn’t to achieve his goal. This was why he was always the winner.
Not thinking twice, Vidar threw his hand towards Kara, sending her wings into fames, causing her to scream in pain. Fenrir snapped his head in his old friend’s direction, and Vidar took the opportunity
“Die!” he hissed, charging and aiming at his enemy’s throat, but Fenrir was ready for that too, recoiling and tripping him while knocking the sword out of his hand
This time, the wolf ensured the spear’s blade was at Vidar’s throat, pinning him to the ground. The God of Vengeance tried moving away, which led to a slight cut on his neck because Fenir did not budge. The blood trickled unpleasantly down to his chest from the fresh wound, letting him know his next move would be his last.
The spectators were quiet this time, paralysed by the realisation that their ruler had just lost the fight. None of them thought it was possible when the battle began, and now there they were.
“Kara, are you okay?” Fenrir asked without looking at her.
“Yeah,” the Valkyrie responded while Bash helped her to put down the flames on her feathers. The woman hissed, and Fenrir snarled at the one who hurt her out of spite.
“Here!” He did not take his eyes off Vidar, knowing that it would be too risky now when he had won. He took a bead off his bracelet and crushed it between his fingers, throwing the green glowing energy at Kara to accelerate her healing.
“That was a dirty trick!” the Alpha God said, pressing the sharp spear tighter into the flesh of his enemy. “And was that demon magic right now?”
“All is fair when fighting an abomination!” Vidar tried to look brave, but his voice trembled, giving away his fear.
Amusement curled into Fenrir’s lips.
“It still did not help you, did it?” he chuckled. “Now-yield!”
Vidars eyes grew wide.
“Wh-what?” He must have been hearing things.
“I said yield and accept your defeat before everyone who has witnessed our fight today!” Fenrir demanded.
“I would never-“
The blade drew more blood, and Vidar gulped in panic, still desperately trying to hide his weakness and hoping for a miracle.
“Wh-why don’t you just kill me? After everything I did to you
Fenrir gave him a withering glance.
“Because when I killed your father, it did not make me feel better,” he admitted. “Yield, hand Asgard to me and I will banish you to the mortal realm. This is your second chance and my last offer.”
Vidar contemplated, but Fenrir moved the spear up his neck so that he could feel the vibrations of ancient magic. If heThe rinale. Met
did not submit, it would be the end of him. His essence would be back in the Source in seconds.
Vidar, son of Odin, would cease to exist.
“I-yield!” Vidar forced the words out, and disappointed gasps mixed with shock erupted. “Asgard is-“
The blade slid down his throat, and a shiver went down the God of Vengeances spine. He lifted his eyes at Fenir and furrowed his brows, watching the wolf deity breathing heavily.
Something was wrong with him.
“Finish-the sentence!” Fenrir ordered, his chest heaving.
Now Vidar saw he could barely stand on his feet.
Fenrir swore under his breath. He could barely hold it together in this realm. Something was changing rapidly, and he realised his time here was up. Riannon was already trying to bring him back.
However, he needed just a few more minutes…
“Say the words!” He growled.
“You are not really here, are you?” Vidar sneered at him.” Like your father, the Trickster, you tricked us into believing that you are, but you are somewhere in between. The spear helped you fight, but you are neither dead nor alive and I guess your body is calling.”
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?