Ragnar Axe の小説・ストーリー

I take in everything at once. My brothers and their mates surround Drakon. He's actually hissing and lunging at each of them in turn. Roxy's face is covered in blood but she's up and ready to kill him. I catch her eye and almost throw the halberd her way. I meet Acasia's gaze and without another thought toss her the halberd. In one motion she catches it and swings.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

finally shift. I went to look up and the person carrying me and was shocked to see it was the man from earlier, his tattoos were visable at his shirt edge showing me that he was most likely covered in them, his hair cut was so much different then the men around here, the sides were shaven to the skin but long on the top; I couldnt help but notice a scar running down his jaw. This man was very much my type, old style warrior vibes flowed from him and dam was it sexy. He probaly saw me as a weakling but I couldn't help but be thankful he didnt seem to noice me looking at him because I really liked the view. "Rouge." His voice startled me as he suddenly looked down at me his eyes I thought wer

When Rex’s jaws clamped around his shoulder, the bite connected but darkness oozed instead of blood, curling up Rex’s muzzle like smoke. Rex pulled back, shaking it off with a snarl. Thane’s wolf form shimmered at the edges, almost glitching, as if something else moved beneath his skin. “You bound yourself to her,” Thane’s voice echoed unnaturally, even in wolf form. “You tied your life to the Axis.” Rex lunged again. “I tied myself to what’s mine.” They crashed through a stone pillar.

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

Jonathan quietly growls and clenches his jaw, when his peridot green eyes glow vibrantly. He nearly collapses under the overwhelming sensation of the back bond and link snapping into place. “Rise Alpha Jonathan Bloodwrath, I present you with these axes forged during the Viking age by my forefathers as one of the official weapons of the Bloodwrath Kingdom,” Mum holds up a pair of beautifully ornate hatchet sized axes that are carved and decorated similarly to the Dao Osric forged for me. The moment he stands taking the weapons from her, she and the rest of our people kneel.

My senses exploded—Ragnar's musk, laced with pine and fresh blood, cutting through the herbal veil. "Enter," I commanded, my voice booming off the damp walls, extinguishing the sage bundle in a water basin with a hiss. The iron door groaned open, Ragnar lumbering in, his cloak ripped by branches, mud caking his boots that squelched on the stone, a gash on his forearm weeping crimson. He bowed, sweat beading his scarred brow, his breath labored from the run, eyes darting to the altar with wary respect, his massive frame dwarfing the entryway.

Another even bigger warrior lunged at him, claws out, but Ragnar ducked, rolling, coming up with the blade flashing, driving it into the warrior's chest. Their mate bond pulsed stronger between them, guiding their movements, keeping them in sync even in the chaos. “Ragnar, behind you!” Raven howled, spinning to intercept another warrior, but too far to help. Ragnar turned as a massive warrior, twice his size, lunged at him, claws flashing. The world slowed. Ragnar lifted his hand, and the silver light that had flickered before now roared to life, engulfing his arm, crackling like living lightning.

After all, those weapons were truly in leagues of their own. However, she had clearly disregarded the fact that unlike Mjolnir and Gungnir which were made up of both Uru and Devilstone, Harch’s axe head was made entirely out of Devilstone. And the scales of the World Serpent weren’t trivial materials either. Added to the fact that it was tempered by the Chaotic Flame, and not its branched flame like the Eternal Flame of Asgard, this did give Harch the potential to surpass Mjolnir and Gungnir in the future!

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.