What’s a Fenrir, Anyway? by Coral Moore
I’ve long been fascinated with Norse mythology. I prefer the northern myths to most other flavors because their gods and goddess seem more complicated and more flawed. You’re just as likely to find the Norse pantheon arguing over dinner as imposing their will on hapless mortals. In fact, in contrast to their Greek and Roman cousins, the Norse gods are more concerned with their own business on a day-to-day basis than whatever their subjects are up to.
Most of the activity of the old northern gods was focused on preventing the coming of Ragnarok, the Norse version of doomsday. Well, except for one fellow named Loki. He doesn’t want Ragnarok to happen, exactly; it’s just that he really doesn’t care one way or another, and in general he just likes causing mischief. You may be wondering what all that has to do with my subject. Simple, Loki is the father of the beast Fenrir. The trickster had a penchant for fathering—and actually giving birth to in at least once instance—troublesome offspring via his over- active libido.
Described as a monstrous wolf, Fenrir is involved in many of the Norse tales, though he’s never a central character. He was prophesized to consume Odin—the king of the gods. In addition, Fenrir would father two more huge wolves which would devour the sun and the moon, and thus begin Ragnarok. Fear of the Fenrir and his brood prompted the binding of the wolf which led to the eventual loss of a hand by Tyr, the god of war.
You might wonder, like I did, what exactly you would bind a giant wolf with. The answer is given in the 34th chapter of Gylfaginning, one of the stories in the Prose Edda: “noise of a cat's step, the beards of women, the roots of mountains, the nerves of bears, the breath of fishes, and the spittle of birds.” All things that are insubstantial, yet must exist.
This mythology is all in the distant background of my Urban Fantasy novel, Broods of Fenrir. The werewolves in my story are thought to be the descendants of Fenrir and gifted with the ability to change into wolves.
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Shapeshifter Brand Geirson was raised to rule the Broods of Fenrir, but he refused his birthright. Instead, he killed their brutal leader– his own father–and walked away.
For hundreds of years he’s avoided brood society, until a werewolf kills an innocent human woman and Brand finds himself dragged back into the violent politics of the shapeshifters. When the two brood women who mean the most to him come under threat, he must take up the throne and risk becoming the kind of vicious bastard his father was, or let the broods descend further into chaos–taking the friend he swore to protect and his lover with them.
Author: Coral Moore
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Tagline: Not even a werewolf can outrun the past.
Length: 60,000 words or 210 paperback pages
Warnings: Violence, Strong Language and Sexual Content