Ragnar Axe Novels & Stories

“Rowyn has found her weapon. Keep looking, everyone.” To me, he murmured, “That axe has waited five hundred years. Never chosen anyone. It was waiting for you.” The chill down my spine didn’t go away. He snapped his fingers and the axe disappeared. “Now summon it,” he said. I closed my eyes. Thought of her. Felt her. She appeared in my hand before I opened them. “Your weapon has a name,” he said softly. “Listen.” Silence. A pulse. A whisper. Rivenstar.

He held a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right. Dubai was close and ready to take the lead after throwing a sharp rod. Ragnar didn't expect much from him. He didn't know how effective it was because he was trying to sharpen his tip in the flames of a fire he had never handled. Still, it was better than nothing. Ragnar thought he had a nose shield. He shrugged. He also wants one of Ranek's magical weapons. For him, both were equally inaccessible. Ragnar was speechless. The fur on the back of his neck rose and he heard claws lightly scratching the stones, then the Fenris Wolf appeared. Surprised at how well his eyes could see even in the dark of night, Ragnar immediately noticed th

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

"Good day, Faerie kingdom. I'm sure that most of you don't know me that well or that you only know me as Rosalind's mate." The crowd chuckled while I smiled. "So, I'm going to take this opportunity to introduce myself to all of you." "Hi," he said in a casual tone—like the tone that we use with our close friends. "My name is Axel Steele, twenty-two years old, and I was born a werewolf. My favorite color is green, my favorite fruit is mango, and I am the luckiest man in the entire world." I glanced at him and tilted my head to the side, confused as to why he said the last statement. He smiled at me quickly before speaking once again.

I said it before, he was the male version of Medusa. I swiveled on the balls of my feet, instantly meeting Gunnar's green-brown eyes. They were more brown with blotches of green swirling through the irises this morning and they were hooded with days worth of exhaustion. Thick stubble coated his jaw, framing the impeccable slice of it. His chocolate brown locks were snarled in every direction; tufts sticking out and begging for me to run my fingers through. I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head.

Since then ravens are revered in the kingdom as guardians and a manifestation of Fiachra, and the piece of the Fiachra’s flexible armor remained an artifact that is believed to protect the whole kingdom. The dagger in her hand was an heirloom to those who are rightful or next in line to the throne, and it was given to Morrigan from the day she was born. It was also the only thing that reminded her of her family and had kept her sane. The only thing that protects her right now. She unsheathed it and stared at her reflection. It was different from the Morrigan she saw on the broken mirror last night, this Morrigan had bloodshot eyes but not with anger, but with sadness and longing. A knock sta

I mumbled to myself “ Some don’t choose to be like that. Alphas have kicked out one of their own if they are a danger to the pack making them a rogue.” Pulling me out of my thought , I didn’t know he heard me “ Are you scared to be out here? You seem distracted?” He asked, crossing his arms against his chest making the muscles on his arms stick out. “ No, I'm not scared.” I groaned. “ sir!!” Yelled a voice that sounded like it was rushing this way

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

His eyes are so wide with terror. The Lycan King growls again, and presses his forearm even harder against Ragnar's throat. I can't see his face, but I'm sure that it must be the scariest thing Ragnar has ever seen. His powerful, shirtless back is stiff, ready to spring free at the slightest provocation. I lower my gaze, and see that his other arm is darker, as though dusted down with charcoal. His fingers are the darkest, and at the tips, vicious claws stand ready.