Mars Ragnarok Novels & Stories

“You think I don’t see how much you hate me?” “I don’t hate you.” “Then why do you look at me like that?” I struggled against him but Ragnar barely moved. “The entire reason we came here was to find the Moonclaw,” he continued harshly. “To protect my people.” His voice lowered slightly after that. “But lately I can’t even think straight because of you.” The words hit harder than I expected. Ragnar’s eyes stayed locked on mine intensely. “You’re my mate.” My chest tightened painfully. “And you treat me like I’m some monster you’re forced to tolerate,” he continued bitterly. “Like nothing I do will ever be enough.”

Ragnar Marshall chooses people he has a bit of trust in. Whereas, it was that same period that Rollo's mother revealed to him that his father was the once-popular number-one drug Lord, Miguel Marcola, and that he had been killed by Ragnar Marshall. His mother wants him to take revenge on Ragnar. But it's difficult, firstly, Ragnar Marshall wasn't a man that can be killed easily, secondly, Ragnar Marshall had once saved him from death during a war. Rollo was torn between doing what his mother wants and not doing what she wants. While in his thoughts, he received a call from Cassie then went to heed her call at once.

he mumbled. "No. We have work to do." I kicked his boot again. "Move." He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "You are so mean in the morning." Next was Mara. She was sleeping in a ball near the cave wall, her dark skin glowing in the ember light. I crouched down and shook her shoulder gently. Mara was eighteen. She ran away from her pack after her father tried to force her to marry a man twice her age. She did not talk about it much, but I saw the way she flinched when men raised their voices. She was quiet, but she was the best fighter among us when she needed to be.

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

No matter how many high society guys try out for a date, or the school jocks who'd like to have their fun my eyes have only ever been wanting one person. I have had a crush on him since I was a little girl and he was a grown up. Marcellus Wagner, my Atlantis, my savior, my protector. Unfortunately for me I have grown up under the scrutiny of Ronan Pierce, don't get me wrong, I love my father but his over protectiveness is yeh very reason I have to stay away from Marcel. Or else father would hurt much worse send him away or banish him from Ark Town. I can't let that happen so I will love him in the dark, like one star crossed liver would for their entire life.

Perfect for hiding. This wasn't how Astra had planned to spend her eighteenth birthday. Then again, rogues didn't get birthday parties or presents. They just got to survive another year. The mate mark on her arm throbbed, a steady reminder of the impossible thing that had happened. Rogues didn't get mate points. Everyone knew that. Rogues were outcasts, unworthy of the Moon Goddess's gift of a true mate. Yet here she was, running for her life with a fresh mark burning on her skin.

They matched the rune’s shape. A hush settled; even the walls held their breath. The rune pulsed brighter—a gentle rhythm matching Charollet’s heartbeat. One by one, small signs appeared. Elira’s healed scar glowed pink, as if touched by dawn's warmth. A warrior missing a finger flexed half a digit, feeling its absence for the first time. Matthias felt a sudden surge in his shoulder—an old injury feeling firm. Kade felt a wave of clarity wash over him—calculating haze clearing for the first time in weeks.

He knocked on my doorframe—the suite door was open—and gave me a small smile. "Luna. We have visitors." "Visitors?" "Alpha Maddox of Bloodmoon pack. He's here for the territory summit." Rian hesitated. "He's... difficult. He knew you. Before." Before the crash. Before the amnesia. "What do I need to know?" I asked. Rian's expression tightened. "Maddox wanted Dax to marry his daughter. When the mate bond snapped to you instead, he took it personally. He's been waiting for three years to see you fail."

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.

And five of our wolves behind him. Great. I stare at him. “You brought a parade.” He grimaces. “I tried not to.” “You failed.” “They didn’t give me a choice.” The wolves behind him look tense but respectful. Heads slightly bowed. Eyes sharp. I step back and let them in. The room feels smaller instantly. “What is this,” I ask. Jason rubs the back of his neck. “Intervention?” I glare. One of the senior wolves, Marta, steps forward. She’s older. Gray at the temples. Strong as hell.