Ragnar Lothbrok Books Novels & Stories

The papers were covered in Roxy's neat, yet hurried, scribbles. Each page was dedicated to a specific supernatural species, with titles like "Reaver", "Vampire", "Werewolf", "Cryomancer", and "Witch" heading each section. Beneath these titles, Roxy had jotted down notes, presumably extracted from my book. “This book has a lot of history in it, and a lot of different species' history as well. I didn't want to keep your book forever, so I’m making my own book. My own supernatural compilation.” Her matter-of-fact tone couldn't disguise the pride shining in her eyes, and I could tell she was thrilled with her project.

End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3) Hendrick’s book (no title yet, to pick up when the book of Veronica ends) Potential plans (synopsis written): Victoria’s book Raymond’s book Audrey’s book

“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?”

I broke free of Jarnja's arms as the summer heat of the yellow rose intensified, my breaths coming hot and heavy at the touch of her lips. The cockerel of Ragnarok, my fetch Gullinkambi, crowed to herald Sunna's bright apex in the sky as noon settled its dry bones across the mountain kingdom of Utgardr.

he started to jump as the explosion started, catching his armor and sending him flying like a rag doll thrown by a mischievous child. Ragnar was momentarily paralyzed by a strange sensation. His hated enemy was killed, killed in an explosion, and it looked as if he had usurped Ragnar for revenge. But it wasn't the worst. Suddenly, to Ragnar, his revenge seemed insignificant compared to the threat of the Chaos Marines and the evil gods they worshipped. It threatened all of humanity and Strybjorn died fighting it. Moreover, he saved Ragnar's life from the witch's evil spell, and Ragnar could no longer pay this debt. He roared in anger and frustration, and after months of dull hatred he sudden

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

“‘The Highlander’s Forbidden Touch.’” My face went as red as a tomato . “Give me that !”I screamed, grabbing his hands. “‘Claimed by the Viking Warrior,’” he continued, his voice filled with barely suppressed amusement. “Well, well. What do we have here?” I lunged for the book, but he held it just out of reach, his lips twitching with what looked suspiciously like laughter. “Are you enjoying this?” I hissed. “Immensely.” He turned the book over, reading the back cover. “‘When innocent Lady Margaret is captured by the fierce Viking lord Ragnar, she discovers a passion that threatens to consume them both.’ This is what you read in your spare time?”

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

It fell halfway in, claws scrabbling, green light flaring wild. The elder screamed in rage and poured more magic into the chains. The Bound started dragging itself back up. Gunnar's voice was right in my ear. "Hold it, Elva. I've got you." I held. Sweat ran down my back. The bond kept the power from ripping me apart. Then Jakob's voice cut across the chaos. "Now!" From the trees on our right flank a fresh wave of wolves poured out. Fifty more. Fresh. Not tired. And at their head rode Sveinn, still bruised but alive, eyes locked on me with pure hate.

The Nanny started muttering, looking under the covers and in the wardrobe, but the mischievous child couldn't be found anywhere. "Lady Lisbeth will have my head if I've lost the little shite again, Ragnar!" The heavyset woman left the room, deciding to try the library, hoping she'd have more luck there. As soon as the door closed, the ceiling shimmered, and the golden dragonling landed lightly on the floor. Ragnar Delgaard was a confident child. Despite the war that raged on between Dragons and werewolves, he would still venture outside to play in the orchards or breathe in fresh air-much to his mother's dismay. Today he had a sneakier objective in mind.