Novel & Cerita Ragnar Axe

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"

The circle around us tightened. “You bastard,” I growled, taking a step toward Fenris. Three men blocked my path, guns pointed at my chest. “I wouldn’t,” Fenris said calmly. “Not unless you want Aurora here to get caught in the crossfire.” Ragnar stood slowly. He was tall, nearly as tall as me, and moved with the grace of someone who had all the time in the world, and was use to people obeying his rules. “Is this true?” he asked, studying us. “You destroyed the Show Room?”

Readjusting his eyes back to normal, Rex looked at Charr and said, “Someone your size, with an axe that size, sounds like a good idea to me.” Nodding his head Charr took the lead walking towards where the axe was sitting. Since none of them had brought a weapon and they still had a long way to go, Rex definitely thought Charr having one was a good idea. ‘We are a weapon Rex, the sooner you learn that the sooner we will be unstoppable.’ Fafnir huffed, ‘Weapons are barbaric and unnecessary.’ ‘Well until I learn to fight like you, the big guy having one may just stop us dying’ Rex said to Fafnir.

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.

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. "Sage," I replied, not sure what else to say. It seemed that Fynn was being vague about who I was, and I wasn't sure if that was for my protection or not, so I didn't risk it. "She doesn't say much," Fynn lied. He gave me a teasing look, as if he was afraid I might tell Ragnar about how much he complained about how much I talked. I was feeling too shy now to argue though, so that was the end of the conversation.

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.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

I wasn't going to do this until I had the new pack, but I needed my Alpha and I needed it now. My bones all clicked and twisted as I shifted, my self control gone as all I could see was red and I knew I needed to make Link pay for what he had done. I could feel the increase in strength and I could sense of every little thing around me, including the fact Blake was just about still alive.