Ragnar Axe 소설 & 이야기

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.

Ragnar was standing beside her, staring hungrily at her smooth neck. "Get the fuck away from her, Ragnar!" I roared, rushing toward them right before crushing against an invisible wall, just a few feet away from them. Ragnar burst into laughter. "What's the matter, nephew? Can't you walk a little closer?" he scoffed. I hit the air in front of me with my fist, and it felt hard as if I was trying to punch a stone or metal. "What the fuck did you do, Ragnar?!" He chuckled. "That's one of the witch's toys. I thought it might be useful." He pointed at the green crystal lying on the ground next to his feet. "Don't bother to get through its force. It's impossible."

It was a weapon for a monster, not a diplomat. "Ragnar!" He stopped. His mother stood at the entrance of the armory, her face a mask of horrified realization. Chloe looked at the axe in his hand, then at the dark, empty expression on her son's face. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling. "The Lords are waiting for a King. They are waiting for stability. If you walk into that hall with that weapon, you are declaring war on your own people." "My people?" Ragnar laughed, a jagged, mirthless sound that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. "My people drove my mate into the wilderness. My people cheered when her family was slaughtered. My people call her a curse because they are too s

Ryan's gaze spiraled to meet the broken fragments on the floor and then, turning to face his seething lord, he witnessed the aftermath—Ragnar heaving with heavy breaths, his chest rising and falling, and veins pulsating on his temples. In a furious outburst, Ragnar lamented, "Twenty-six girls! Useless, all of them." He yelled, "Twenty six times I have tried for an heir, to no fucking avail!" "I understand your disappointment, your Majesty, all I am trying to propose is that you—" Another vase soared through the air to punctuate whatever it was Ryan was about to say. Ragnar was uninterested — and the freshly demolished floral vase spoke volumes to that. "Ryan, if you dare say another word, I

His ankle has been broken and Rei improvised a splint to keep it secure. "You can point us the way, but are you sure you can walk?" "Yes, I can do this," he motioned for the axe lying on the floor, previously owned by the dead drow, and Rei picked it up and handed it to him. "Can you even use that?" Minos asked him. "Pull and swing. How hard could that be?" he answered, doing the motion of pulling back the axe and swinging it down. Minos could see all the half-a-dozen ways the drow could injure himself doing that, but he kept his mouth shut.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

The craftsmanship was top tier, it also looks menacing, the handle were made out of a bones and the blade were made out of mixture of Orihalcum and Mithril iron, which considered rare. [These axes are old..not only that, it was a Legendary weapon..One of the great weapons of Demi-Human race..The Twin Anger…once held by the Barbaric King of Tiger race King, King Bladur the Maniac..This axes were enchant with [Life Siphon], [Sharp Edge], and [Body Strengthening] Spells..and by the looks of it, roght now despite Mog’Ull has been using it for all his life, he never contracted with it…Surely, a Cyclops were an idiot…]. (T.A.S)

ALPHA MAX CHAPTER 19: "What are you doing here in my territory?" Max snarled at the rogue, he was pissed that the rogues across his pack, the strongest pack in America as well the Blood Stone Pack. "I didn't know that it was the Dark Knights pack." He silently said, he was hiding something and Max was determined to know that. "Bring my tools, I hate liars." He growled and grabbed his least harmful tool which is the whip without the spark.

His face held no expression, but the energy that surged around him was palpable. “So, the great Alpha has come,” he whispered to himself, then raised a hand. A bolt of dark lightning shot from the sky, crashing near Ravik’s paws. The ground beneath the wolf cracked and shook, and from the shadows, enchanted chains slithered toward him like metal serpents. Silver. Laced with venomous runes, the chains wrapped around Ravik’s legs, his neck, his body, and began pulling him down.