Magne Ragnarok Novels & Stories

, Cle greeted the alpha back Alpha Magnar was a man in his early thirties, with shoulder-length copper hair, a pointed chin, and broad shoulders. His eyes were a grayish color similar to mine. “And this must be your beautiful luna, Lady Chloe.” He bowed as he addressed me. The elders did the same. Thank the Goddess they did that or they would have seen me wince when they called me by that title. “It's a pleasure to meet Rebecca's daughter,” Magnar said, lifting his head. “To think she was the partner of

No doubt she would choose foolishly, a drunkard who would beat her, or a womaniser who would leave her lonely. Miriam decided to tackle him head on about his intentions. She would start by asking him about his late wife, Ketil’s aunt, whose name had never crossed anyone’s lips. Was there a taboo in speaking it after death? Ragnar had not offered up his mother’s name either, as far as she could recall. Like Til. Magnus must be of good family to have married Jarl Haakon’s sister, yet a previous marriage would also place him among the lower ranked on this mythical list.

Everything about this world seemed designed to terrify. Magnus nodded grimly. “Then there’s Odin. His cave lion spirit, Roar, can literally paralyze enemies with fear. I’ve seen hardened warriors reduced to quivering messes by a single roar.” He paused, lost in some memory. “It’s not pretty.” “And Sirius,” Magnus continued, shaking his head in quiet awe. “His Irish elk spirit, Antler, it’s… well, it’s like something out of a fairy tale. He can communicate with nature itself. Plants, animals—they bend to his will in battle.”

He dives deep into my eyes but my walls are up and all he gets is cold, hard indifference. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes,” Magnus releases me and points at a wooden meeting table and the others take their place on it. Magnus stands at the head and Egil goes to sit on his right side but a growl coming from Magnus makes him change course and sit on his left. Magnus points at the now empty seat and I settle with Thane behind me. “Antiope, this is Harbard, my Gamma,” Magnus points at a huge, pale male with dark features. “This is Inge, my Delta,” points at the blonde female. “And Torhild is the Sentinel.”

Makaria got the hint but she still waited for her answer. Makaria was a tall woman with fair skin and light gray hair. Ragnar resembled his elder sister from many aspects. They were naturally born with silver hair and orbs. Ragnar possessed dark gray hair with dark gray eyes and his features were rugged and sharp. Makaria possessed the same hair and eye color but with a lighter shade. Her skin wasn't pale but rather a little dull. Something she did on her own otherwise she looked like a ghost lurking around. Her features were softer and no one could tell that she was the great goddess of death.

“Afsláttur, stjórnandi skugganna, leyfa þeim sem þráir að sjá að sjá. Birta þig, steinn Utah, og réttlæta okkar leit.” A surge of energy coursed through Magnus, and the symbols in the earth began to glow with an ethereal light. It was a struggle of wills, a battle between the ancient protections surrounding the stone and Magnus’s unyielding determination. As the incantation reached its crescendo, a blinding flash of light erupted from the ground, illuminating the entire area. Magnus shielded his eyes, momentarily blinded by the intensity of the magic. When the light finally dimmed, he cautiously lowered his hand.

he retorted. "And you haven't even seen the worst of me. I granted the rest of your members an easy death, an easy way out. But for you, Astrid…your time is coming. Your suffering will extend beyond cleaning my room and preparing my bath." "I hate you, Ragnar." She said through gritted teeth. "Good." Ragnar, with a sinister grin, stated. "Once the mate bond is severed today, I can subject you to the hardest labors known to man before sacrificing you in a month for the Blood Moon Festival."

After hundreds of more rituals carried out, sacrifice animals slaughtered, prayers said, candles burnt the family decided enough was done from them and it was time to take a bread, wait for the results. Magdalena got pregnant again, for the fourth time. This time she did not lose it and gave birth to a baby girl…The family said before that gender didn't quite matter first, but…the girl had a facial defect and even more horrifying than Magdalena's aunt, Tamia did have.

**** DELLA I watched as Hunt walked off towards the aisles before I went in search of clothing. Since it was going to be cold in the mountains, I took three sweaters, all neutral colours like beige and brown. Being around humans always made me so nervous. No one wants to grow up as human only to learn that they're actually a beastly creature that turns every full moon because that's the time when our powers are at their peak and the Moon Goddess is calling out to us to embrace our role in nature.

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem