Der Eisendrache Ragnarok Parts Novels & Stories

I wonder who these two are. “Shut up will you!” Yosef-hyung suddenly said to the one I’m holding when we arrived at the HQ. “F*ck you too!” the man said to him. “Why you––“ Yosef-hyung started but the man he’s holding suddenly speak. “Just shut up, Tristan! You are too loud.” he said. “You shut up! I just want that Black Dragon to die! He killed Ernest!” The man called Tristan said.

Lorcan's face softened, and he held out his hand, "Come then, my Queen. Let us show them what strength we have together." At that moment, a rider came galloping into the palace courtyard, forcing himself through the warriors at the gates and calling urgently for General Aengus. The general jogged out to the rider, discovering it was one of the warriors who had ridden out with him just a short time earlier. A brief, but explosive conversation took place, ending with the Elven general running inside and up to Lorcan and Niamh. "They've burned Tigherneach Keep," General Aengus exclaimed. "They've burned it to the ground."

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. "Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?" Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn't break in the process. "May the Creator be blessed, my lord," Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco's face. "My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate..." Draco's grip on Rodrik's biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps. TBC.

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. “Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?” Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn’t break in the process. “May the Creator be blessed, my lord,” Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco’s face. “My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate…” Draco’s grip on Rodrik’s biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps. TBC.

“Don’t stop, please!” He groaned as if my begging fed him more. His tongue worked me faster, his lips sucking my clit until my whole body shook. I couldn’t hold back. “Oh my—Ragnar, I’m… I’m coming!” I screamed, my release crashing over me like fire. My body shook, and my vision blurred. Ragnar smirked, licking me clean, not leaving a drop. I lay there dazed, my chest rising and falling fast. But Ragnar wasn’t finished. He suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me up.

However, his eyes were amber-colored, and the cruelty and savagery within them made even Edmund afraid to meet his gaze. Ragnar Marrock, the Third Werewolf Progenitor and pure-blooded offspring of the first progenitor, Fenrir. He showed no reaction to Edmund's urging, his amber eyes simply stared viciously at the fortress, pondering who knew what. Suddenly, two young, massive werewolves could no longer contain themselves and let out challenging growls in Ragnar's direction. These bloodthirsty werewolves were Edmund's subordinates. Having never seen this shriveled old man before, they could not sense any threat from him. Therefore, they did not take Ragnar seriously at all.

’ Dante added. Dante’s claw almost showed and was about to kill Derrick the second he has taken complete control on Endrée. Endrée went and choked Derrick again when he tried to go near Rynari again. He tightened his hold on Derrick’s neck again. His eyes blazed crimson and his fangs retracted, ready to shed blood. They suddenly heard Rynari speak. She is asking them to calm down and stop this nonsense fight. Endrée whipped his head to look at his mate, ready to reprimand her. He did not like the way she hold onto his cousin.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

At the same time, James cautiously unrolled a parchment and placed it into Ragnar's hands, a treasure trove of news and requests. As Ragnar's sharp gaze raced across the inked lines, his countenance underwent a dramatic transformation. His eyes widened, and his face contorted, as he encountered a message that left him utterly flabbergasted. It was a series of congratulatory notes from various quarters: an Alpha, a ruler of the underworld, and even a notable human figure, all extending their warm wishes for his upcoming nuptials to Daphne.

At first I was stunned but then I accepted his hug but suddenly I realized that he was squeezing me in his embrace while he himself was but naked, my face flushed like river on though that I was in King embrace when his such a delicate part was poking my unknowingly. “No, Thank you so much… Jasmine….. Thank you…..” King Erlenduris said and squeezed me more, that’s when I heard a loud growl from distance. Draco was throwing murderous look at me, I clearly saw his eyes turning in to glowing RED from his original blue, he looked as if he will shred me and King Erlenduris right here and now, but since I wasn’t ready to die, I hesitantly wriggle and broke our physical contact and looked straight