Ragnar Lothbrok Books Novels & Stories

However she recognized a name that was written in an arch across the top. The first one she read said Fenrisúlfr then Vánagandr, before Hróðvitnir. All names she’d seen in the research that she did. One phrase she picked out as well had a name in it. Stating that here within lay Fenrir, bound by glipenir and with blade and chain he would be held until Ragnarok. She was surprised she read it so well, like it clicked in her brain. Like she could always read it. Maybe that should have been a red flag to her, but she felt kind of excited and started to walk around the thing. That scientific geek part of her driving her onward.

Ingvar answers, pulling open a velcro pocket and takes out two pictures, handing them to Raven. “They’re beautiful; this is my daughter Roan and her twin brother Gunnar, they will be the future Alphas of the packs we left to take our places as Kings and Queen. Ryder has my stepson and nephew Aiden, and beside me Eya is holding my niece Anarchy.” Raven looks closely at the pictures before showing me. I smile, seeing two beautiful blonde girls, one of them looks very much like Ingvar, while the other looks like her mother, who is also in the picture.