Mars Ragnarok Novels & Stories

However, his eyes were amber-colored, and the cruelty and savagery within them made even Edmund afraid to meet his gaze. Ragnar Marrock, the Third Werewolf Progenitor and pure-blooded offspring of the first progenitor, Fenrir. He showed no reaction to Edmund's urging, his amber eyes simply stared viciously at the fortress, pondering who knew what. Suddenly, two young, massive werewolves could no longer contain themselves and let out challenging growls in Ragnar's direction. These bloodthirsty werewolves were Edmund's subordinates. Having never seen this shriveled old man before, they could not sense any threat from him. Therefore, they did not take Ragnar seriously at all.

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”

Pain exploded across my face, but I rolled to my feet, tasting blood. Lucian roared, tackling Ragnar, and they grappled, fists and claws flying. I staggered up, diving back in, driving my blade into Ragnar’s side. He bellowed, twisting to swipe at me, but Lucian seized the moment, snapping his neck with a sickening crunch. Ragnar crumpled, lifeless. The Bloodfangs faltered, their leader gone. Some fled, others fought on, but the tide turned. Mara’s group hit from the east, and within minutes, it was over.

CHAPTER SIX Ragnar paced about angrily in his room. Why on earth was the mate bond not severed? The gods were playing games with him. He didn't want to be Astrid's mate, end of discussion. Would his wife in her grave be happy if he mates with their sworn enemy, the woman that killed her? Or was this some sort of punishment for killing off the rogues? Well, he had no regrets. The rogues were a group of rebellious people who opposed his leadership.

He stopped on me for a moment, taking in my sight but I didn't miss how quickly he looked away. “Please come in," Ragnar said, moving to the table. He began to introduce everyone, “This is my mother" he pointed, “My beta" he indicated to Ezekiel, “You know my Luna but this is Sarafina, my concubine and the mother to my heir" The pride in his voice stung even then, when it should have stopped but I shoved it to the far corners of my mind. I would be damned if I let him bring my spirits down again. By the time he was done, I had finished eating.

Marcus explained. Ragnar didn't argue anymore because he knew it was the truth. "Well, if we do want to protect her, it isn't going to be from here. Even though she might be safe, who knows the move HE will make in the nearest future. Have you forgotten how unpredictable and ruthless HE is?" Ragnar asked. Marcus shut his eyes in pain as all the memories came rushing in at once. "I haven't forgotten... not even for a moment." He muttered, his eyes red with both anger and pain.

The Ron guy came over. "Rosé" Kyle said. "All of us will take that." Kyle explained to Ron before he left to get the drinks. "It's good to come together again. So, Mia what did you intend to discuss with me?" Kyle shoved in his question. Mia dropped her fork back into her plate before talking "I am trying to fight rogues so I would need your help on knowledge about rogue wolves" "I will help you but first we will go see your sanctuary first" "Definitely" Mia affirmed. Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each.

This was where I met him—Ragnar, the rogue I’d fed coins and secrets to for years, my shadow, my blade in the dark. I pushed through the creaking door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my heart racing as Ragnar stepped forward, his hulking frame scarred, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Not Darius, the warrior I’d pitched to Marcus, but Ragnar, a rogue so vile even the BloodMoon pack shunned him. He was my secret weapon, loyal only to my gold, my promises. “Veron,” he growled, his voice rough, his claws flexing. “What’s the job?”

She looks disdainfully at Katrina, she knows she had seen her before somewhere, but can't remember where. "I am not at a business dinner, I am at a romantic dinner with my wife Katrina," Ragnar takes Katrina's hand, as she tucks her hair to the side, revealing the mark of her mate on her shoulder. Mary is stunned. She is the same woman from the other time in his apartment. She remembers her perfectly now, she didn't have her mark at that time. "My love," Ragnar now addresses Katrina, "She is Mary, a member of our pack." Mary's eyes go from her shoulder to their entwined hands, but especially to the ring she is wearing on her ring finger. This is impossible, she can't be Ragnar's mate. She re

He had known Aloha was their true mate but had chosen to bide his time, waiting for Ragnar to accept his own feelings before revealing the startling truth about Aloha being their second mate As they stormed into Marvins' pack territory, Ragnar allowed his inner demons to take control. His every step exuded an aura of dark power, and his hand swatted aside any wolf foolish enough to challenge him. The sudden intrusion had thrown Marvins' pack into chaos, and the noise drew Marvins and his sister, Thuy, out of their hideouts. Fear clutched at Marvins as his eyes locked onto Ragnar's unyielding gaze. Panic surged through him, a desperate instinct to escape the overwhelming force that had descen