SPACE WOLF

Desset Bandraken"We're all going to die!" Yorvik shouted at the harpoons as he looked around, his eyes wide with fear. Lightning struck Fenris' sky, illuminating the man's broken face. Her screams of pure terror could be heard over the wind and the thunder of the waves crashing against the ship. The rain on his face looked terrible like tears. "Remain silent!" Ragnar yelled and slapped the scared man. Shocked by the blow of a young man barely reaching adulthood, Jorvik forgot his fear for a moment and picked up the axe. Ragnar shook his head and glared at the grey-eyed old man. Jovic paused as if he understood where he was and what he was doing. They were in full view of all the soldiers at the bow of the ship. Attacking the captain's son will bring no honor in the eyes of the gods or sailors. Jorvik's face flushed with embarrassment and Ragnar adjusted his gaze so as not to embarrass the man. Ragnar shook his head and pushed his long hair out of his eyes. Ragnar quietly accepted Jor

DETEMPELOFJitON“Russia, have you ever seen anything like this? asked Woolley, surprised at his words. Ragnar looked at his wolf brother and shook his head. He had to admit he wasn't. The harbor was large and strange. A huge bend of black rocks led to a large lake covered with black beaches. There was enough room for thousands of dragonships to meet at once without being overwhelmed, and Ragna knew it was time for trade. People came from overseas to buy ax heads, spear blades and all kinds of metalwork. It wasn't the size of the port that caught Ragnar's attention. There were buildings around. The smaller one, twice the size of the long long hall at the back of the house, was the largest building Ragnar had ever seen in his life. It was very strange that they were built of stone. Stone, Ragnarland thought, shuddering. It was unimaginable. What if it's a big earthquake and you throw them to the ground? Wouldn't an avalanche of falling rocks turn everyone inside into bloody masses? This

DEFzSTIVALOF passedRAGNARSMILEED Tension. It's stupid, he told himself. Now he was a man. He swore allegiance to the spirits of his ancestors at the runic altars. He spread his ax and dragonskin shield over the skeleton. He even started to grow dark hair like his wolf brothers. Now he was a man. He might not tempt the girl to dance. Still, he had to admit. Unfortunately, he didn't understand why. A girl named Ana seems to love him. He smiled encouragingly every time he saw her. And, of course, he knew her throughout his childhood. He had no idea what had changed between them, but he knew what had happened. Since returning from Iron Master's Isle, the past month has been different. He couldn't help but laugh as he looked at his clanmate, the Wolf Brothers. They were like boys pretending to be in charge. There was still youth on their lips. I tried imitating the adult warriors, but it still didn't feel right. They looked like guys fighting the Warriors, not the Warriors. But that didn'

He added "The Deed of the Thunderers," their ancestral song, begun in the Lost Age hundreds of generations ago by every Skald who has held their place since. Zharly said that if his people have a heart, it is a shattering memory. It was in these moments that Ragnar realized the truth. Of course I didn't have time to tell the whole story tonight or any other night, so Imogrim made do with the pieces. It refers to the earliest era when humans sailed between spaceships created by God. He told of Ruth, who came to teach the people how to survive in the dark times when an ancient evil shook and conquered the world. He sang of the ancient wars and all their mighty lightning deeds. How Verak's son defeated the dragonHe also asked for an iron chest and the hand of Maya, the spirit of lightning. About how the great navigator Niall sailed the world aboard his mighty ship WindWolf. After night, the trolls came and drove the Lightning Fist from their ancestral lands. He tells how Ragnar's father

FATIGUE surpassed RAGNAR. He felt himself slowing down. The power came from him. The speed has decreased. He blocked a shot from the Grimskull Warrior and retired on the second swing. The tip of the ax slipped from his tunic, leaving a bloody gash on his chest. He took his hand off the hatchet and used another weapon to cut a large chunk off the attacker's hatchet. Behind him were several Grim Skulls. Whoever kills the other two seems to step forward to take their place forever. It doesn't matter to Ragnar. He was just going to kill him, paying the price for killing his father and stealing the life he had been with Ana. He knew that if he set foot in a cold hell, he would meet many people he had killed and that knowledge would make him happy. He regretted that he could not kill them and that he could not subdue the bloody rage that gripped the crowd. The attack felled the next two attackers and Ragnar realized he was powerless. He burned his power like a fire-eating tree in this battl