Ragnar Lothbrok Novels & Stories

Third Person POV: India a country where dreams comes true, a country which is defined by cultural diversity, which is renowned for its cuisine, technology, festivals, prestige and colorful traditions however from past few years India was slowly disappearing under darkness, it was suffering from growing crimes rates and increase in underworld activities, there was a havoc created by many gangsters all over country , many illegal’s activities and crime which were slowly draining it beauty and value but most dangerous part of it was that every gangster from every corner of India was ruled by just one single person and he was demon himself he was “RAVAN”.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

My eyes began to focus and I realized I was starring at the back of Ultnar’s head. He had put his war hammer away, but he now had good sized dagger in his left hand. His right hand was fumbling at his belt pouch. All the while he was swiveling his head around slowly making his way through the brush. Listening. Waiting. “Son of the Beast.” He swore again. “I have the blasted thing here somewhere.” He began muttering in frustration.

' He continues to eat Motas's corpse, after eating the meat off his arm he tears open his abdomen and digs his snout inside and starts eating his organs and intestines. Before long Fenrir hears a sound coming from behind him. He quickly turns his head and sees a male human wearing a hooded cloak that extends to his ankles. His face is partially covered but Fenrir can make out that the man is in his mid-thirties and has his right hand resting on his sheathed sword. "I was aware that there were some goblins running around this part of the woods, but I didn't expect to find a creature such as yourself here." The man says. "In fact, I don't think that I ever heard about a wolf creature before. W

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

Best if he spared her the pain of witnessing it. Lennox stormed out of the blacksmith shop, clearly aware that he was too late. Brock stepped out of the doorway of the stables. Jonathan St. Laurent, one of Lennox's friends, was the first to see him. He whistled sharply with his fingers, drawing the attention of the others. Within seconds, Brock was surrounded by the League of Rogues. "Youbloody bastard!" Lennox bellowed and dove at Brock, slamming him against the outside wall of the stable. He grunted as the air was forced from his lungs. Brock was beginning to wonder if every encounter with Lennox was going to end in a fight from now on.

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

They never remember we took more precious things than money from them, their blood. That's how our spices survive all these centuries hidden, and safe. About Ragnar...What he really is, is still a mystery to us even after a century-old friendship. He is a priest, a good one. And he is something more, something he never talked about. I knew he craved something, he is hungry for years...but for what, we don't know. Or should I say, too scared to know... But one thing is clear, none of us are good for Freya. We are too dangerous for her. I'm ashamed of myself, for even thinking about hurting that little girl. The second I smelt blood, my mind was clouded by it.

“Once you copter up, you ski down this huge mountain, and if you wipe out you cartwheel. It’s like falling in space, except you reconnect with the snow every fifty feet or so. I also want to swim with sharks in Florida, without a cage, of course.” “Maybe you could wrestle a gator in the Everglades?” I said with a laugh. “Yeah!” he said excitedly. “That sounds awesome, I’ll definitely add that to my list. I’d also love to at drive crazy speeds across frozen lakes in someplace like Arjeplog, Sweden and do a ninety-MPH donut!” “Wow. Those are some risky goals you’ve got there, but they sound like a blast.” “There are some places in California I’d like to check out too, like Laguna Beach, for