Magne Ragnarok Novelas e Histórias

Somehow, they had locked into another standoff. Ragnar's amber pupils snapped into narrow slits. Dense dark energy coiled around his massive body. Andrew felt sharp pain prickling across his skin. He knew this aura far too well. It was the power of Fenrir, the First Werewolf Progenitor, devouring everything in its path. Without hesitation, the black and crimson glow faded from Andrew's greatsword. In its place, blazing white holy light erupted, and he slashed forward. Ragnar roared as the holy light struck him head-on, sending him rolling across the ground for over 100 feet. Explosions crackled across his body as burns spread everywhere.

Follow Xavier and Erica’s youngest daughter Valerie Ravenwood’s story in The Last Dragon’s Mage Synopsis: [Book 3 in Mage's Mate series, can be read as a stand-alone or as a part of the series] Valerie Ravenwood, the youngest daughter of Erica and Xavier Ravenwood has led an inferior life for the past 18 years what with being a wolfless and a namesake mage. Desperate to prove her worth, she runs away from home after being denied to join the Medeis Challenge, an annual competition held exclusively for mages, and judged by dragons. She follows her elder sister, who has been chosen to take part in the aforementioned competition but manages to lose her way and stumbles, literally, into the terri

The charred remains of the elves caught in the blast lay on the floor. Fenrir steps into the fight and quickly charges Auron while he is distracted after using so much magic. It's hard for mages to quickly reinforce themselves after using such strong offensive attacks. Fenrir pulls out his sword and uses reinforcement magic on it. Normally he would use his flame magic to increase his physical abilities as well, but he can't risk his cover being blown.

“Magnus Horne? I’m not sure I know that name? Victor was your father’s friend, I know that.” “Magnus Horne is a Dragon. He’s here because the council reached out to him and asked him to come. He is a friend now and has agreed to help. They will come up with something. I’m just not sure what to do on my own.” I sighed and put the last of the garbage in the bag while Gram wiped up anything sticky.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

We are the secret the world wants to remain hidden. For them I travel through fire and flame. I work beside their men but still apart. I am still treated as a freak and greeted with fear in their gaze. I have saved more people than all of them combined yet my station is never raised. I am a smoke jumper who loves her job. I revel in the heat and bask in the blaze. I have found my purpose and learned to live for it. As I fulfill the only duty I have in this world, I will forever be alone. My name befits my life and the path I have chosen to take. I am Magma.

She stood naked in the center of the glass dome, her body illuminated by the ethereal northern lights above. Magnus entered silently — a 6’11” Black Icelandic special forces veteran with a body like forged obsidian. His dark skin contrasted sharply with the white surroundings as he locked the door behind him. Freya’s voice was low and hungry. “No mercy tonight. I want to be completely destroyed.”

Atlas sagged beneath the brutal onslaught, his body jolting with every impact until he was little more than a ragdoll caught in the storm. And then, his head lolled. His eyes rolled back, lifeless, as consciousness slipped away. “No!” Freya’s scream ripped through the chamber, raw and desperate. “You’re killing him!” Ragnar raised his fist again for the final blow..... but Freya’s power ignited. Panic burst from her like a tempest. She thrust out her hand, and magic erupted in a violent wave, slamming into Ragnar’s chest. The force cracked through the air, invisible yet unstoppable, throwing him back with enough strength to halt his slaughter.

I said it before, he was the male version of Medusa. I swiveled on the balls of my feet, instantly meeting Gunnar's green-brown eyes. They were more brown with blotches of green swirling through the irises this morning and they were hooded with days worth of exhaustion. Thick stubble coated his jaw, framing the impeccable slice of it. His chocolate brown locks were snarled in every direction; tufts sticking out and begging for me to run my fingers through. I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head.

“Through a blood oath with Ronan.” The cave went silent. Derek’s hands trembled with rage. “That’s not possible. Ronan is dead.” The rogue tilted his head. “Is he?” A chill ran down my spine. “Ronan’s magic was never destroyed,” the rogue continued. “It lingered, waiting for a vessel. And Magnus—” he exhaled—“was the perfect host.” Jax cursed. Derek’s jaw tightened. “So Magnus isn’t just an Alpha.” The rogue nodded. “No. He is a shadow of Ronan himself.”