Magne Ragnarok Novels & Stories

GEMMA I furrowed my brows. Right now, it was from one problem to the other. We still needed time to recover from the fight with the Obsidian Wolves and now, this? Who the hell was even Ragnarok? That was the first important question. George left the office, leaving me and Nate alone. "Who exactly is this Ragnarok? And why does he have such a weird name?" I asked. He sighed. "Ragnarok is a barbarian. For centuries, after his pack broke out from our kingdom, they have lived on the outskirts, having no alliances with anyone. They're strong enough on their own." He explained.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

“No. The dragonborn he saved was female. It held onto that latent gene as it passed on to his children. Though my grandfather was able to wield the magic, my father and uncle could not. As far as we know it was only the females in this bloodline that can touch the latent power.” “Something my dear brother couldn’t come to terms with unfortunately.” Came a gravely voice from the doorway. I jumped at the sudden sound. “I have also never had any children.” He continued as he entered the room. “If you were curious. But my brother had two girls and a boy. Lucy here and her sister Cora are the only two who can access the power that dwells inside of us.” He shuffled to Lucy’s side and placed a soft

If the outside is so sad, then the inside could at least be cheerful, he said. Thor gave him some strength and physical skills so that he could defend himself a little bit. And finally, Heimdall, the "Guardian of the Bifrost" agreed to send Ragnar, the rejected of Asgard, to Midgard. Heimdall warns Hoder, however, that his protégé, being a Man and not a god, would take thousands of moons to reach Midgard.

he said, rising to leave. The warmth of the flame painted their faces with a soft glow, highlighting the contours of their features. The air in the tent was tense, as both men remained in silence afterward. **** Magnus felt a deep-seated anger inside him, boiling like a raging fire. He had never trusted Ragnar, but he had hoped that his daughter Aurora's marriage to Derek would at least bring some change to the house. He had thought Derek was different from his father, but now he realized he was wrong. Magnus felt a sense of regret for letting his daughter marry into such an unfitting house as Ragnar's, despite his knowledge of their evil deeds.

"Don't think it will be easy. Wherever you go, a day in Russvik will feel like a cozy little festival." He paused to let the words sink in. According to someone else, Ragnar may have exaggerated the words to surprise them, but he could tell from Haakon that they were cold, simple words. “You can be selected for the next level of training. Assuming you can get through the Morkai Gate. Ragnar didn't like that voice. In his national legend, Morkai Rus raised a dog with two heads. He guards the lowest gates of hell. A look around the clawed brothers showed that the name had nothing to do with its meaning. "How do we get there, boss?" kilask. Ragnar could hear her trying her best to sound cheerfu

Temujin tugged and the weapon flew back to him. Meanwhile, Magnar had continued his slide all the way to the end of the ring and, without decreasing speed, hurtled up the wall and then kicked off, executing a back flip that dropped him right in front of Temujin. He landed on one foot with surprising grace, bringing down his two swords with him. Fortunately, Temujin was ready and blocked both sword chops with his scythe and chain, which were still red-hot from all the flames. Magnar kicked off again and slid backwards. If his boot blades weren’t visible, it would seem as though he was levitating on ice. He may be huge but he wasn’t slow at all. On his mother element, he was as light-footed a

I could see the kindness in her as clear as day. "So, should we talk about Sage's magic then?" Magnus finally asked. Ragnar snapped his head to look at Magnus. I narrowed my eyes and studied Magnus too. I wasn't sure when he had learned of Sage's magic. I hardly even knew what she was capable of. Ragnar was clearly only recently familiar. It seemed that Ronan didn't know what anyone was talking about because he looked bewildered. Sage's face remained stoic, though she cocked her head to the side to study Magnus, curious about what he would say next.

Before Ragnar could plunge his knife into Kade's heart, a radiant white mist encircled Ragnar's hand, trapping him in place. He struggled against the sudden paralysis, bewildered by its source. Unable to move, he looked around and saw Mira, her presence commanding as she used wind and magic to hold him immobile. With great effort, Mira gestured, and Ragnar's knife flew from his grasp, embedding itself forcefully into a nearby tree branch.

Lora chased after her deranged brother who was on a murder spree, dropping bodies with every stop. "JRUE! JRUE IT'S ME LORA! STOP THIS JRUE IT'S ME!!!" she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the