Myth Ragnarok Novels & Stories

Today was the day that Ragnar would take his warrior's test. Up ahead, the vast mountains of Desdayos gave way to Neptune's ocean, and out in the middle of nowhere, Ragnar would come face to face with his demons in three separate tests. The elders called it 'seachad, an lathair, re teachd or past, present, future.' 'Good luck, my son.' Ragnar looked up to find that his mother and her guard had disappeared. All he could see in every direction was the ocean, and with nervousness in his heart, the young warrior circled slowly, trying to look everywhere; the attack came from the one place Ragnar hadn't thought of.

In their despair one idea seemed as good as any other. An old elven legend spoke of a dark race that could control the powers of nature. The race was so horrible and powerful that they eventually destroyed themselves. Their legend told of a few survivors trapped under the lands of Durtan Sedil, their last battlefield. The legend called them demons and their power magic. What if their old myths about the demons were true? What if there is magic; what if there is someone who can command the sun? What if the sun never sets? Without darkness, the vampires who terrorised their lands would wither and die.

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

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.

They collided—brutally, fists, claws, and snarls. Rowan was strong, but Ragnar had lost every sense of reasoning. “What are you doing?! This was the plan all along!” Rowan barked, his voice shaking with rage. “You knew we had to do this!” he added as though he was trying to justify the situation. But Ragnar wasn’t listening. His rage pulsed through me like a second heartbeat, and as the rain slid through his furs, his brain steamed hotter. All I could think of was death. I needed to purge them all… send them to Freya as an offering for Nyx.

Suddenly, the full moon turned into blood when she delivered her daughter who was the last. The Blood Moon signifies the moon goddess's daughter. It was said that the goddess’s daughter gave up her life so that her brothers would live. And Ragnarok has left to father three sons. The eldest was Dugsalen, the second was Asfuklen and the third was Jaerelen. Ragnarok treated his slaves like his family. His love and affection for them made his pack increase in number across the vast northern territory. Many years later, Ragnarok three sons decided to change the name of their massive pack from the Northern Pack to Ragnarok in respect to their father.

I broke free of Jarnja's arms as the summer heat of the yellow rose intensified, my breaths coming hot and heavy at the touch of her lips. The cockerel of Ragnarok, my fetch Gullinkambi, crowed to herald Sunna's bright apex in the sky as noon settled its dry bones across the mountain kingdom of Utgardr.

My incredible education means little in the face of mythical beings and war. “Loki and the dark army triggered the curse by spreading fear and greed throughout the races. It created hate which triggered the curse by spreading a parasite through the Yggdrasil tree and all realms connected. The dark shifters said they had a cure for the parasite and tried to blackmail the Gods. In a rage, Loki attacked Skuld, who got him to admit there was no cure and we would all die if the curse spread further out of Earth. They had not activated a true Ragnarök, though, until they killed Skuld by making the Norns unstable and creating a power vacuum. Ragnarök determines the fate of the Gods and the Gods wer

The wind screamed above the sanctuary, and the flame at the mountain’s heart flared high once more, gold shifting to silver, like it, too, mourned what was unfolding. Nyra knelt beside him, whispering spells under her breath, her eyes wide with unspoken truths. But Ragnar barely heard her. His world narrowed to the girl in his arms, her light, her silence. And then... Everything cracked. Light seared across his vision, blinding him, burning him. And Ragnar fell. Not backward. Inward.

"How desperate! The last words of a dying goat? I killed the King, and enjoyed doing it, the last prince will be executed tomorrow. And, I can't wait to drink your blood... It will be a great accompaniment to the meat for my birthday." "And it will be the birth of your death and downfall too. Finally the Athmata will find a way of purging out all imperfections, all impunity. A savior will arise, and he'll come with a new dawn, darkness will not stand him, it's all written in the Oracles of Times." "Who will save you woman? I love seeing how you throw the last kicks as you drown into extinction. You and all your line. I'll have a show to show you tomorrow- how will you love seeing your son's