Magne Ragnarok Novels & Stories

If Blake was to stay here and I was to go to Darkness on my own, we would feel the effects of it within a day. We would both fall sick, be unwilling to do anything of our routines, we would refuse to eat and we would basically be useless as werewolves. The mate bond was for life and, when it was as strong as ours is, it was dangerous for us to be apart. "I don't expect you to forgive me Jamie but you just need to know that I truly am sorry. I never wanted any of what has happened but I would like it if you would consider joining us in Darkness," I smiled weakly at her.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t dodge it because he never expected it. “Morgan,” Megan screamed as we saw him hit his head against a brick from the impact of the hit. Melanie threw another fire ball at him which was stopped by Morgana right before it could get to her husband. The interference caused Melanie to avert her attention from Morgan and fixed on the twins and me.

"The pregnancy... my wolf is hyper-sensitive to your mark. I've been aching for your cock all day." Magnus licks his lips, his golden eyes darkening to pitch black as his inner wolf takes the front seat. "Good. Because after we clear these plates, I am taking you right here on the stone hearth. I am going to drive my knot deep into that pregnant passage until you scream my name across the entire valley." My core twitches violently, a thick drop of pre-cum leaking into my undergarments at his dirty talk. The second course arrives—tender, roasted boar seasoned with wild garlic and crushed pepper. I force myself to eat, trying to focus on the food, but Magnus’s eyes never leave me. Every time I

, 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

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

“Sources tell me it was you who befriended Philip from afar and poisoned his mind against his own kin. You will hang for this, Thurslake, even if I have to wait for several of your peers to agree on the matter.” “I second that, as Miriam’s husband and the Jarl of Eggsor. Thank you for answering my summons so promptly, Ragnar. King Magnus desires the strife between us to be over and I concur. Sorry, agree. That cursed Vercian vocabulary will be the death of me but she continues to spout it despite my protests.” She was beginning to think she’d eaten hallucinatory mushrooms with her dinner yesterday. “Does this mean there will be a delay in us going home?”

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.