Magne Ragnarok Novels & Stories

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.

I need to be his personal healer when he will be commanding the expedition with the knights and ninja warriors. It happens every year, the army is preparing for an expedition of 3 months to the magic that is around the world. Magic's belongs to Porto, which is in the north. The north isn't owned by anyone so we can freely take it greedily, Rosla is the country where's magic is needed the most, if there isn't any magic in Rosla, the magical physician can't heal or perform treatments. "I can't be your personal healer, it should be Raphael!" I said, standing up abruptly.

He was getting tired at the confused looks and the worried looks his companions constantly gave him. ‘Remember, information is power’ Fafnir warned. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rex knew what he meant so decided that he would share a part of his story. “As you both know, I am a Magnus, and with being a Magnus, I can sometimes use the power of a dragon to aid me in combat. The reason why I seem like I zone out, is because he talks to me inside my head, it can get very distracting at times. But as you have both also seen, the strain of my body also becomes too much the more I use.”

Rex announced after his conversation with Fafnir concluded, which only took seconds. “Well…spill it,” Marcia said a little over eagerly and loudly, even Markus’s seemed to perk up, he was sure he was about to witness another piece of unbelievable magic he had only begun to see when he joined the inner circle of the emperor, magics only being possible by the Magnus family. He was so sure nothing was able to be done now, Ulna was on the precipice of fully gone now and yet, even now, Rex claimed he may be able to save the skylark, he was doubtful even Rector would have tried something this far along.

“You felt it too.” Ragnar didn’t answer immediately. That silence alone was enough confirmation. Lyrielle’s attention shifted between them. “Felt what?” Neither of them responded right away. Interesting. So they hadn’t discussed it openly. Magnus looked back at me. “His mana reacts strangely.” Lyrielle frowned. “He barely has any.” “That’s the problem.” Now she looked confused. Ragnar finally spoke. “It doesn’t behave correctly.” I stayed still. Listening carefully now. Magnus nodded once. “It should be weak. Fragile. Unstable.” His gaze remained fixed on me. “Instead, it reacts like something forcing itself into place.”

I was a little afraid she might burn the school to the ground, but Maggie had left her in the care of Mage Jaye herself, so at least it would be the head of the council who would be responsible to make sure that everyone didn’t end up charred by the new charge. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with her,” I said to Maggie. “She is probably the strangest person I’ve ever met.” “Yeah, me, too,” she said. “And I’ve met a lot of people. She doesn’t really talk. She doesn’t let go of me, like ever. And whenever she gets upset, she flips out. I can’t tell if she is just a strange girl who happens to be a mage or if it’s because she’s a mage that she’s so strange. I don’t think it’s the latter. I mean, I’

Magnar’s voice lingered in my mind, his cruel words weaving through my thoughts like poison. I closed my eyes, letting the cool night breeze brush against my skin. Maybe here, under the stars and the watchful gaze of the moon, I could find the strength to figure out what to do next. The low, menacing growl from behind me sent ice racing through my veins. My body tensed, and I turned slowly, my pulse thundering in my ears. There he was. Magnar, in his wolf form, stood just beyond the tree line. His massive frame was bathed in silver moonlight, his glowing golden eyes locked onto me with a seething intensity. His sharp teeth bared in a snarl, and I could see his claws digging into the earth.

Sunny nodded at his necklace. “Well, there’s Odin, your second name, and then there’s that silver Norse coin that you keep touching every single time you’re extremely nervous, agitated, irritated, or lost somehow.” “I am not touching my coin all that often,” Magnus countered. “Yes, you do, Magnus. And then there is the way you look,” Sunny insisted. “Hmm… And how do I look?” “Like a freaking Viking… Tall, blond, blue eyes… You are gorgeous… So… if it quacks like a duck…” she said, half laughing.

Yuriel stood at the prow of Naglfari, the Jotun Queen’s ship made of human nails, a cursed gift of Ragnarok from her father, as it swelled in the Northern Sea. Steel beams and old rotted wood held the keratin of dead men stripped of their cuticles together, and it stank of rotten meat.

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.