Ragnar Axe Novels & Stories

Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions. I turn away from the battle scene, feeling sick. A weapon that could kill an immortal? I shake my head. That had to be the random rambles of a dying man. The look on Ragnar's face, however, when I went back to him was cold and calculating, his lips set in a frown, eyes locked on where the last rogue had fallen. He doesn't even bother to retrieve his scythe, which is impaled in a tree bark a few feet away.

I followed, green eyes fierce, bare feet silent, pulse hammering, confusion and heat twisting inside me, raw and relentless. Outside, the pines towered, needles hissing in the wind, the sky a slab of gray pressing down hard. Ragnar stood like a wall, his bulk unyielding, brown eyes glinting, scars flexing as he dipped his head to Lucien, alive, steady. “Scouts,” Ragnar growled, voice low, solid, paws sinking into the mud, torchlight catching his fur, matted with blood and dirt. “Dax’s wolves—massing past the ridge, close, too close.” My chest locked, green eyes wide, then narrowing, fierce, alive, Dax’s name a splinter, his blood, my blood, the curse clawing at me, damn it, clawing me raw.

Ragnar pulled out the axe he had on his side as he took on a defensive stance, waiting for Sophie, who was still debating whether to strike or not. Swinging the heavy sword, she almost stumbled back as the metals clashed together. "You're weak," Ragnar whispered as he gripped her forearm before twisting her around, her back hitting his chest just as the axe's blade was pressed gently against her neck. "Why is that?" he whispered in her ear. "I'm not used to this sword," she mustered the courage to speak up. "It's heavier than the one Ubbe gave me." Ragnar hummed in her ear in response before pushing her away aggressively, causing her to stumble and fall.

he said, and then added, “I will make some phone calls to arrange our trip. You take the rest of the day to rest and heal. We will depart whenever you are ready to go.” Elena nodded her head. She had never thought this could go so smoothly. She was now cheered up. “Thank you,” she said, and then asked, “By the way, can I borrow some of your weapons? I saw some guns and daggers which can be hidden under clothes in the workshop.” Ragnar nodded his head. He specifically designed those weapons for assassination as not all his rogues were strong enough for head-on confrontations. Sometimes, the weaker wolves can achieve bigger aims as long as they get the right equipment.

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Vivan added showing madness in his voice however they very next after Ravan heard Aisha and his unborn child name from Vivan mouth he pounded on him and kicked his gun away from his hand and started punching him in his gut, Vivan to started landing hard punches in Ravan direction, in now time their fight grew extremely ugly also not a single guard of shabbier dared to entered his mansion as they all were aware of Ravan wrath. Ravan and Vivan kept landing several punches in each other direction until at one point where Ravan pulled out ‘khanda’ a double-edge straight sword which was placed on shabbier main wall as decorative art piece and pierced it straight through Vivan heart which got him

He moved to the entrance of the palace, smashing the brick before the stairs and exhuming a red sword with gold lines planted around it. I could see the silver luster as he pulled the sword out of its case, pointing the edge at Kyle, who was furious and had his eyes layered on me. I could smell it from this radius, the bloodlust he held towards me, big, sinister, and deadly. “She is an imposter, Ryu. If you can’t sniff that out, then why are you the Alpha? Kyle grunted as he took his battle stance. “That’s why you tried to kill her that night. I’m correct, right? The wolf with the black cloak, the sword art of Tai.” Ryu began to chuckle.

I presume it didn't sit well with him. "You slapped me? with that filthy hand? huh...I will make you regret it. Your pussy will suffer for it. I will fuck the life out of your pussy. you will beg me to stop but I won't. I will make sure you beg." He growled and gave my cheek a little slap. He groped my boobs and squeezed them. He leaned in and wrap his mouth around my nipples through the red lingerie. He scoffed and tore the red material from my body. I screamed but ended up getting hurt.

Both of his hands were tucked inside the pockets of his black long coat, the dark fabric hanging heavily from his frame. Ragnar continued walking until he came to a halt directly in front of Dax, deliberately positioning himself between the two of us. From where I stood, his broad back partially blocked my view. “Dax, what is it that you’re so mad about?” he asked, a laugh lacing his words as he met Dax’s glare. I could hear the amusement in Ragnar’s voice. “Shouldn’t I be angry... now that I’ve found out Villion fucked the human?!”