Der Eisendrache Ragnarok Parts Novels & Stories

Ragnar had several teachers around the world, where he was taken to train, where he traveled every part of the world to learn different techniques around the world training his mind and body. Being a smart man, he returned to the town of Lovecraft County, so that he could take control of the Delphos company, which grew in influence, power and control of both the economy and security which was private, but he was being cornered and hounded. for Loki who now with his current 23 years had no more patience in waiting, he would take his virginity, no matter where. - I hope it's not out in the open. Tsuki said. It was a day like any other, as long as you take it seriously that he had a male harem

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

“We thought you were dead.” “There’s no time,” Ragnar snapped. “Open the gates.” The second guard nodded to the first, and the metal creaked as they opened the way. Ragnar didn’t wait. He ran past them, heading straight for the pack house. He climbed the stairs in leaps, following Thorne’s scent all the way up. When he reached the rooftop, he didn’t pause, he just shoved the door open, urgency clouding his manners. Then he froze. Ember was in Thorne’s arms, the two of them locked in a deep, heated kiss. She jolted the second she saw him, jumping back like she’d been caught doing something wrong. Thorne turned, his jaw tight, his glare seering into Ragnar.

Derick turned to me with a dark smirk, and I could see the ill intent in his eyes. “I don’t need you for that. I have my methods of discipline, and when I’m done with her, she wouldn’t dare to raise a finger against me,” Ragnar said, but it seemed he wasn’t convincing enough since Derick’s hand was still at the side of my face. “Know this, if you so much as touch her, this deal is off,” Ragnar threatened, and Derick retracted his hand the very next second.

The crowd fell into a hush. And then… the door opened. Out stepped a man who made the very air tighten. Darian Rhys Draven. Tall, broad-shouldered, wrapped in black. His Alpha King insignia shimmered against his chest. Midnight-black hair, tousled and damp from the mist. His cold silver eyes scanned the horizon first—calculating, commanding. And then, they landed on her. Time stopped. Seraphina froze. Her wolf screamed—no, howled—loud and uncontrollable in her head.

“For herself. For the child.” Wulfrick saw red. The bond between him and Celeste screamed awake, a living thing filled with terror and pain. Her eyes found his, wide and glassy, relief and fear crashing together so violently she sobbed his name. “Wulfrick...” Ragnar pressed the blade closer to her stomach. “One more step,” Ragnar warned softly, “and I end them both.” The room seemed to stop breathing. Eva’s hands trembled, but she raised them slowly. “Ragnar,” she said, forcing steadiness into her voice. “This won’t end the way you think it will.”

A low magnetic voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the corridor, saying, “True. That should be a cause of celebration.” My scalp tingled. I shook my hand off Ethan and turned around. Under the dim yellow light, Ragnar had one hand in his pocket, and the other was holding a wine glass. The smile on his face was faint, but it was hard to hide his anger. Walking over to us with his long and slender legs, he said mockingly, “What’s next? To hold and to cherish, till death do us part?” My face was pale. Even Ethan didn’t dare to say anything because of his intimidating stance. He could only manage, “Ragnar…”

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.

Hana is trying to explain it to them, slowly and clear, hoping it will understand them. “Welcome to the Nymph Island, our dear Drakaina.” Greetings from a human half body from head to waist and from waist down is a fish body tail. A white skinned long dark red hair and a glowing small blazing pearl attached on her white fish tail with a shining pearl on her belly button. A shining mermaid approaching their position.