Ragnar Axe Novels & Stories

Leo rasped through nervousness. "Even after knowing that she had feelings for me, you tried to separate us? Me from my Sasha?" Ragnar asked in a low growl. He wouldn't go back or further from 'You tried to separate us.' "First I'll kill you and then I will kill you." He said, his glare bouncing between Leo and Rayla before he continued. "Then I will make up a story that you guys killed each other and she will trust me. She has to." Ragnar said and raised his ancient-looking sword towards Leo.

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

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.”

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.

My home burned behind us, but my spirit refused to break. Three figures stood out among the crew, their presence commanding the very air around them. Jarl Ragnar Bloodaxe, the leader, was a giant of a man with braided blond hair, a beard woven with silver rings, and eyes the color of storm-tossed seas. His muscular frame, covered in furs and leather, bore the scars of countless battles. Beside him stood his brother, Thorsten the Stormcaller, leaner but no less imposing, with wild red hair and tattoos of ravens covering his arms—marks of his connection to the gods. And then there was young Bjorn Ironfist, the jarl’s closest shield-brother, with sharp features, dark hair, and a body honed like

‘Rex, we are in trouble,’ Fafnir said. ‘No shit, look at the rest of them coming,’ Rex replied, a little irritated. ‘That was the son of the troll king, the arm banding you cut looked familiar to me, once the trolls see this, they will hunt you with renewed strength, whatever general Marcia does will not deter them from their new target, you.’

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)

"I have killed werewolves. I have killed vampires. I have killed humans. I have done terrible things in my centuries of existence. But I am trying to be different. I am trying to be better." "Love will do that to a creature." Ragnar's eyes moved between us. "It will make you weak. It will make you foolish. It will make you risk everything for someone who will be gone in the blink of an eye." I saw something flicker across Alexander's face at those words. Pain, perhaps. Or the awareness that Ragnar was right. "We are not here to discuss philosophy," Alexander said. "We are here to ask for Moonroot. What is your price?" Ragnar was silent for a long moment. The wolves around the fire watched hi