Novel & Cerita Ragnar Lothbrok Books

Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

Didn't he want clarity? “Three things in fact. One, I need your blood. Then a hair strand from the center of your cranium, and last, moisture from your orbs..” Namilla prepared her tools, staring at Fenrir expectantly. “I believe all day is something I don't have.” Namilla narrowed her eyes on him so I nudged him, urging him to do as she ordered. A low growl escaped his lips as he drew closer to her old desk filled with relics and left opened scrolls.

He crouched low, heart pounding in his ears, eyes locked on the direction of the sound. Two figures emerged through the broken back gate. Dressed in dark clothes, faces shadowed by caps and hoods, they moved with the sharp alertness of men used to danger. Laxiel didn’t recognize them, but the way they scanned the area with their hands near their belts told him everything—these weren’t just looters or random wanderers. They were searching for something. Or someone. Then one of them spoke, his voice rough and impatient. “It’s been twelve years and we’re still looking for that child! I’m so sick of this.”

“I do.” Magnus covered his mouth with one hand, though I noticed the corners of his lips twitch. Even Ragnar looked suspiciously close to smiling. I narrowed my eyes at all three of them. “You planned this.” “No,” Ragnar answered with complete seriousness. “We merely expected this reaction.” Valerian pushed the top book a little closer to me. The leather cover looked older than anything I had ever touched. “The Founding of the Iron Fang Empire.” The second followed. “Political Structure of the Northern Kingdoms.”

where some of the replies that floated around With a couple of breaths, I went to the wall and after moving a loose stone, the security pad came up. I punched in the code and stepped back for the doors to unfold. I stood back with the rest and I and Kiara watched as their jaws dropped before they started gushing with excitement. The looks on their faces where refreshing. We stepped aside for them to rush inside but before they could touch anything I spoke up. “Okay so don’t touch anything yet. In here are Five Thousand Pieces of Silver Daggers, Two Hundred High-Tech Bows; Extremely flexible, unbreakable and foldable to a portable pocket size, Four Thousand Silver Arrows,

“I need to see this land for me-self. And dont you worry your pretty little heads about me. They won’t know that am chief unless you tell ‘em.” And if I die, then I die. The tribe will be better off without me. “Now, prepare yourselves and do as I’ve said.” Ragnar cuts through the crowd, making his way to me side and whispering into me ear, he says with his husky voice, “Once we get on land, I am not leaving your side.” I look into his fiery left eye. His right eye had been greatly wounded as we ran away from home. He now had a piece of cloth that went around his head and covered the injured eye.

Ragnar's voice trembled with a white-knuckled rage, his face contorted into a mirror image of his anger. After Aloha had come to provide George with blood, he had harbored hopes of escaping the prison's chains. All he needed was the strength that the blood would grant him, the strength to shatter his bonds. But those hopes crumbled to dust when he saw Ragnar. Fear gripped him, and his heart sank as he wondered if Aloha had betrayed him. A surge of desperation made him instinctively reach for the sachet of blood, intending to drink and regain his power. However, before he could seize that lifeline, Ragnar burst into the cell, snatching the precious fluid from his trembling hand. In a swift mo

Together, we were unstoppable. As we both grew and came of age, Ragnar took an interest in the dark arts. I had begged him to not dabble into the things beyond our control but he refused and I as his brother, kept his secret safe, hoping that in due time he would change. But he didn’t and the books he read warped his mind, making him power hungry and cruel.

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

A few feet behind us, within earshot, twigs snapped and ferns rustled as if someone or something was hot on our trail. I wasn’t sure if it was a human, mountain lion, or some other variety of predator. I twisted through the overgrown ferns and foliage, running faster and calling to Julie encouraging her to hurry. I suddenly remembered something from the party and turned to Julie to tell her about it. “I met this weird guy named Drake back at the party,” I said, panting from all the running. “He was lost in some role play from a game of Dungeons and Dragons. He