Magne Ragnarok Romane & Geschichten

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.

Would he see her as a warm body or something more? She shook the thought away. It didn’t matter. He would die either way. A soft knock sounded at her door. Marina froze. She hadn’t summoned anyone. Her shadow magic flared instinctively, coiling around her fingers like black smoke. She opened the door. Ragnar stood there, filling the doorway with his powerful frame. His amber eyes swept over her bare shoulders and the thin shift she wore, lingering on the swell of her breasts before rising to her face. For a moment, something almost like regret flickered across his features. Then it was gone.

"As expected, you look delicious." I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding harder and harder. His skin felt hot, so hot, and his warm breath fanned across my neck. I gasped when he licked my neck. "Mmm...so fucking good." He growled, running his fingers down to my back. He slid his hand down and down until it reached my panties. Without warning, he slipped his hand inside it. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. "It's called a magic hand," Luther whispered and nibbled my earlobe. "Let's see, how long would you be able to stand like this."

"But please, call me Serra now." He nods before ushering me to the other mages who hold the fort while I am gone. Mage Thorne, Mage Isadora, and Mage Marcus. "It's an honor to finally meet you in person," Mage Isadora says. She is a new face. "I am excited to start working with the legendary mage." "The pleasure is mine," I reply, ignoring how she called me a 'legendary mage'. Mage Thorne is quiet though, only watching me intently. I remember him as one of the mages who arrived at the palace at the same time as I did.

That makes me scoff. “I am used to this. I just did not imagine…” “That mages can live like this?” Moran prompts. I purse my lips and nod. We walk into the huge living room filled with all kinds of furniture. There’s a woodsy smell and gives a different vibe. I look around, letting my gaze skim over the red walls, decor mirrors hanging while another wall remains empty. Mage Rudra, a tall man with tanned skin, shoulder-length black hair and deep-set brown eyes, whose smile was mysterious and gaze intriguing. After the formal introduction, Elias takes it upon himself to become the conversation starter.

It would be better for Christian to become the family mage. Besides, regardless of the relationship between relatives, intermarriage between nobles is too common, and relatives can even fight to the death in wars. Family ties are worthless. However, for Father Barbus Magnar and the Magnar family, having Olivier become the family mage for a field baron is a great thing. It is tantamount to finding a powerful patron, and in the future they will be more highly regarded in noble circles.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.