Ragnar Axe Novels & Stories

He went ahead to make sure I had understood how dangerous he could be, quite not digestible but it was all for the small facade. Several men jumped out of nowhere. They were all putting on the 'Raven' outfit and each of them were all holding long sticks as they emerged to save Val and I. "Did Raven send you to meddle in what's not your business?" Rex asked the men. One of them sprang forth an attack, the long stick piercing into his stomach as he lost his balance staggering. "Tell Raven that I said she should stop meddling in my matters. We have ended the alliance between us already" Rex manged to say, holding unto his stomach.

Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady. — Mor, mor, have you seen like me, my runes that were there? he asked eagerly. — Runes? — Yes, runes ... I wrote runes on the floor and they have ... —… been accepted, answered the old lady calmly. Ragnar stopped and looked at the old lady. She had her back arched, wore a modest cape, tapering in places. Her cape covered her face and he could only see her mouth whose lips seemed to have been blackened. An amulet hung from her neck. She was leaning on a staff she was holding with both hands, and Ragnar soon realized that her hands were shaking. The old woman must have walked for a long time, he told himself.

"Have you forgotten the dagger Lynn talked about in the letter? He pressed on, and I nodded. "What about It?" I asked, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. "I asked, how does it look?" He muttered, fluttering his eyes, which had a strange emotion. "The dagger was my best weapon in the past and I used it to kill the Lynn family. I forgot to take it back from the chest after raping her. It has a blue handle which glitters…." I explained, and I could see his eyes brighten in shock. "What is it with that look? Have you seen someone who has that dagger? Remember, that is the only way we can find out the girl who Lynn saved and get her killed instantly. " I said, and he gulped with his abnorma

I don't know him and I didn't ask for his help in the first place for him to get mad like this. I turned and was about to leave the tent when I heard a growl of beast. I stiffened. "Don't test my temper human. I have a high respect with Axel but I won't hesitate to use force on you. You two were not official yet so I don't care if you're his.." He cleared his throat. "His friend." Who's Axel? I've been hearing that name since I woke up and they were calling him Alpha. I stared at the shadows that was passing by the tent. Am I in a wolf territory?

Returning to my room, my eyes rest silently on my collection of odd daggers. Most are blunt, and only a few have a subtle shine. Yet, no matter how old or blunt they are, I wouldn't get rid of them. They each represent a certain phase of me. Each tells a tale of how I had grown to become the skilled fighter I am today. I want to be a pack warrior one day, even if I am also a Luna. Staring at my dull collection taunts the warrior in me. My hands flinch as they urge to hold and flourish the daggers. I take my new dagger from my belt and run my fingers over the sheath.

"Let us show them that our kindness was a privilege. They have silver, but we have our inner beast. Unleash your wolf on whoever crosses your path" "Yes, Alpha!" They chorused. Ragnar went back into the house to find his wife. He saw her picking an arrow from its case. "What are you doing?" "Fighting with you." She said, without looking at him, and continued to store more arrows in the quiver around her waist. "Nonsense!" Ragnar spat, going to her and removing all of the arrows with her. "Did you forget? Today is the birth date. You would not fight in this condition"

Andrew replied flatly, "You talk too much, you monster! I think you should follow Fenrir and meet your end!" Ragnar suddenly flew into a rage, opening his mouth to let out a beast-like roar. Endless savage light shot from his amber eyes. He growled, "I will tear you apart, you lowly insect!" He shot forward, viciously clawing at Andrew. Andrew blocked with his great sword, only to feel primordial power surging toward him. His heart jolted. Indeed, Ragnar was a progenitor of werewolves. The force of this single strike far exceeded anything Othniel, Kaelen, and other powerhouses could compare to.

"I'm Ragnar, son of the dwarves of Mistril Mountain." Dwarves? He didn't look like any dwarf I knew of. I guess I didn't have any true frame of reference for a dwarf in person, but he certainly didn't seem to fit the bill. I might have been closed minded though, because the only thing that seemed not so dwarf-like was his stature. His hair hung in a long brown and gray braid, and his beard was accented with silver charms and small braids. Ragnar had a collection of axes and daggers hung about his person, and was dressed in what looked like armor made of leather and steel.

The sound was like a dagger to my ears. Ragnar used the opportunity to transform into his wolf, countering all of Khai’s attacks. The two alphas battle, ripping through each other’s flesh in the most gruesome way imaginable. I tore my eyes away. I dropped to the ground, searching for anything that could free me from my binds. My gaze fell on the dagger Ragnar had stabbed Khai with. It laid on the dirt, bloodied and abandoned a couple of inches away. Scooting towards it, I angled my body so my hand could grab it and then began to saw through the ropes.

His heart dropped as he let out a frustrating hiss, yelling out her name. "Raya, answer me!" Axel yelled, his panic turning to fear. He dashed into the bedroom, but it was in the same state: clothes scattered all over the floor, dresser drawers pulled out. "Where are you, Raya?" Axel whispered, his voice shaking. He let out a series of breaths before it dawned on him; of course, it had to be Magnus or Darius responsible for this. They are hell-bent on invading his territory, and they have no idea how dangerous that is.