Magne Ragnarok Novels & Stories

“It seems you're forgetting that I'm a Fae living on borrowed time. I'm a slave to your godson who could decide to kill me once he's done using me. Besides, the Kingdom of Orcs and gnomes were allies to Māui during the war, I have no doubt that they hate my kind too.” “Too bad.” She tsk and continues to walk again. “You would have loved both Kingdoms.” “And how would you know that?” She laughs. “I just do. After all, Sven has kept you alive till now.” I don't know what she means by that, and I don't bother to ask. I remain quiet as I follow behind with one thing in mind. Maggi Magnusson is way different from King Sven. While King Sven is sadistic, Maggi is eccentric. But one thing they both

Maya stood in front of the building and went live on every platform. "My name is Maya Chen. In 30 days, on February 14th, an extreme cold event will kill millions. I've tried to warn you. I predicted the January 8th snowstorm to prove I'm telling the truth. But the government doesn't want you to prepare. Agent Morrison, who has ties to the corrupt Hart family, tried to silence me. When I refused, she arrested me. Now she'll jail me for the next 30 days—exactly when people need to prepare." The crowd grew. More cameras. More witnesses.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

"Your whore of a mother decided to betray me. She used me and then threw me out of her life!" His voice was low again, after shouting, he whispered, "But you, my love... won't do such things to me, will you?" He let out a smile at the little girl and caressed her head which had only a few hairs. "Your so-called dragon father will never get to have you. Because you will be my little wolf…" Hugo had his mental state, not in place, he was talking rubbish. He looked like a completely insane person. A half breed can never be a wolf, it wasn't in her blood. She wasn't his blood…

Zarina exhaled deeply and said, “Alright, then. I will seal the bond. If anyone wants to step out, now is the chance. Once the spell is cast, our lives will be bound together. We can’t hurt each other till we find the ‘Heart of Magic.” “Meredith, if you don’t want…” I started saying but she placed her finger on my lips. “There should at least be one more person who can represent us.” “True… ‘Code Red’ is based on fair agreement. I will act as a mere binder in this process. Aslan and Tyson will represent the dragons while Caleb and Meredith will represent the werewolves.” Zarina said and closed her eyes. Her lips trembled like flower petals in the wind as she chanted the spell. Golden light e

But most of all, I cursed myself for being so quick to agree to risky deals because that is what got me here, steering my ship into the harbour of the dragon capital. Somehow instead of enjoying my freedom, I was now stealing for someone else, not just someone, but Balor fucking Bloodstone. And not just stealing from some random person but Garren Ryuu, the King of Dragons who had somehow become a living deity amongst his kind for defeating his ancestor. Ryuu, the goddess of dragons herself. "You know it could be worse," Helga chirped. I turned and glared at her as she sat on my shoulder in her pixie form.

"Blessed by the Gods of Sun and Moon, Hymir, your glory, and prosperity, Envied by faraway lands, Touched by the blessed hues of the sun, Embraced by the serene darkness of the night, Guided by the wings of Fiachra, May you live long over time." Morrigan started to sing the anthem of Hymir as she slowly lost her voice. She sat on the ground and leaned her body on the mound. She continues to hum the anthem with great familiarity, closing her eyes, her humming fades as she drifts to slumber, her body heavy from tiredness and a slight fever running on her system. Morrigan's body had suffered from drastic changes throughout the week. Her eyes had evident dark circles caused by the lack of sleep

“Again.” Ragnar pushed himself up immediately. His arms trembled, his body protesting, but he forced himself to stand. His lip was split. Blood ran down his chin. He didn’t wipe it. He ran forward again. This time faster. Still not enough. Magnus caught his arm mid-motion, twisting sharply. Ragnar dropped to one knee with a sharp inhale, pain shooting through him. “Too predictable,” Magnus said calmly. He let go. Ragnar didn’t stay down. He got up. Again.

The mage was entirely too much trouble. The ogre’s efforts had left sweat in rings beneath the arms of his threadbare, homespun tunic, and beaded on his forehead. Unlike the hearth tales, his skin was not green, nor his pate bald. He had a head of red ringlets that, cleaned and groomed, would not have looked out of place on the head of a village girl going to the fair. His brow was heavy, his jaw under bitten and strong, and his nose was flattened by comparison, the bridge wide.

mum replied "My wolfs name, how did you get ragnarok from Lagertha?" "Lagertha is originally a viking name" mum answered "Ok thanks mum" then ended the mind-link " mum said she had a hunch based on my wolfs name" "Your mums right, i am named after the greatest shield maden, and I have made it my lifes mission to uphold her name with honor"