Ragnar Head Tattoo Novels & Stories

It was a day like any other, as long as you take it seriously that he had a male harem at his disposal, among the four women of his dreams, who accepted that he was the man of their dreams, in a different way, of course. He was around a group of prim rich people, the famous prince of Lovecraft County. Ragnar had blue eyes, long white hair, muscular body, slanted eyes and a mix between Japanese and Nordic descent, beautiful eyes and a blue like ice, his body was defined, with a red silk suit, an Armani, with an expensive shoe, a set of more than two thousand dollars, with the lines of her body defined. - You've had your share of women since you were 14 years old, don't worry too much about it

Ember turned to the silver wolf, keeping her posture tense. ‘Who are you? And why did you attack us?’ she asked flatly, her wolf was still itching to sink her fangs into him. He didn’t respond at first, his gaze flickering between them and Kaya. Raphael sneered in warning, his fur bristling. ‘My name is Ragnar,’ he finally said. Even through the link, his voice was deep and husky. ‘How did you leave Thorne’s territory unscathed? And why do you have his scent all over you?’

Her heart nearly stopped when she saw the gray leader. Ragnar stood like a predator waiting for the right time to go after his prey. His ebony hair was bound tight, and his black eyes narrowed. As a wolf, he was heavy set, broad-shouldered and thick-necked, the leader by virtue of his size, powerful jaws, and wicked killer canines. But now he stood as a man, his thoughts darker than night, his face menacing as he considered her swimming naked in the lake. Did the boy get away in time, before Ragnar caught sight of him? How could she be so naïve as to think that Ragnar would let her have a human male?