Mars Ragnarok Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Ragnar laughed and said, "If not? General Morris is already dead, and the lives of three members of the Morris family are in my hands at this moment. As for the others, they're nothing but a bunch of useless people; my eldest son can deal with them easily. "So, Mr. Morris, hand over the military seal. I assure you, that as long as you give me the military seal, I will guarantee your safe return home." After hearing this, both Luna and Margot felt a sense of fear and concern. They had never encountered anything like this before, and judging by Ragnar's attitude, he wouldn't stop until he achieved his goal. At that moment, they found themselves in a very unfavorable situation. Their fearful ga

The curse was blocking their connection, feeding him false emotions. She was alone. "Obsidian wants me alive," Marina said, buying time. "You can't kill me." "True." Ragnar's smile widened. "But I can hurt you. Can make you wish you'd never broken our bond, never chosen that Bloodfang brute over me." He lunged. Marina dodged, her hybrid speed saving her from teeth that would have crushed her throat. She struck back, claws raking across Ragnar's shoulder, drawing first blood. The rogues surged forward, but Ragnar snarled them back.

In my mind, I was finally feeling the very same rage my father had felt towards them. She was Damien Cross, one of the most ruthless of all rogues out there. Kylar had only told me a few days after Della was long and gone. Damien and Della were together in the same house or wherever the hell they were. The thought made the blood in my veins boil to the point where I felt like finding them and then tearing Damien's throat out. We just got married, just got hit with the fact that Della was pregnant and hybrid and now she was gone. I felt like I was losing control so quickly and there was nothing in the world that I could do to help myself.

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

Sierra I ride naked as he shows me his realm. It's more beautiful than any place I've ever seen. He flies me through the mountains, across great rivers, and over the ocean that he says separates his realm from Laryn's. As the sun rose this morning, Roxanne took me to her castle where the other dragons waited. They made me eat before taking me to Sarn. I met Ashrac. He was such a handsome boy and full of questions. "You are part wolf?" he asked with excitement dancing in his eyes.