Ragnar Lothbrok Novels & Stories

They look like they have seen their fair share of battles, their features rugged and menacing, their muscles bulging under their tight-fitting cult-like robes. "We will do it," one of them says in a low growl. The leader of the group introduced them one by one, "This is Vuk, the ferocious one, with a heart of stone and teeth as sharp as knives. This is Ragnar, the silent one, who moves like a shadow and strikes like a cobra. And this is Fenris, the brutal one, who takes pleasure in inflicting pain and suffering. Is it your wish to carry out the work of our Lord Alaric?" he asked.

Roran was a businessman, as well as a partner, executive and shareholder of one of the companies affiliated with Delphos, they were childhood friends of Ragnar Delphos, albeit one of the men who married before the destined man himself. So, Roran invited Rebekah to attend an associates' party with him introducing Ragnar. - This is my friend, Ragnar Delphos. Roran said . - Oh... - Loki approached, grabbing Ragnar by the waist, hugging him with a kiss. - I saw that he has good taste, he doesn't get the same women as you . - Loki said. - It's what you think, we have the same tastes in women. Ragnar said. - A queen. – Loki said, taking the woman's hands and kissing them. – What a beauty.

Alejandro said, voice low and edged with flame. The rogue warrior held Alejandro’s gaze without flinching. “My name is Ragnar Frostbane,” he said. His voice was deep, grinding like gravel under glacier ice. “I come because the Crownless Wolf has risen… and because the Netherborn now hunt the Healer.” Every muscle in my body tightened. Ragnar continued, “I offer allegiance.” A pause. “And an oath of protection.” The room erupted in whispers. Esme gasped. Selene nearly dropped her crystal bowl. Valerius muttered under his breath, “By the Ancients…”

It felt more powerful, and the sensation scared me. I got up and walked the quiet dark halls to my office. “Hati,” I said the name to myself as I sat down and opened the laptop. The different pages available all basically said the same thing. Sköll and Hati were the wolf children of Fenrir, chasing the sun and moon, which they would devour during Ragnarök, the end of days, the end of the world. Why was Hati coming for my son? Didn’t Ragnarök already happen? If I had more information at my disposal, I might have asked the goddess different questions. She summoned me, I had no idea how to go back to where I was and something told me not to try.

—I asked, noticing he was just staring at me. —Now you understand why they couldn't grow up away from you. —Because you're a total disaster, with a passing interest, who couldn't live without me? —He laughed. —You couldn't have put it better. —This time I shrugged. —Do they have names? —I have two in mind —I gestured for him to continue—. Ragnar for the male... means lethal strength and primitive loyalty. You agree? —Very masculine, though quite fitting for their father's character —he just smiled. —And the other?

"And we have the truth. That's more dangerous than an army." We dragged the bikes to the edge of the hangar’s loading ramp. Below us, the Arctic sea was a graveyard of broken ice and dark water. The mainland was a purple smudge on the horizon, miles away. I climbed onto the back of the largest bike, a massive beast of a machine that smelled of Lucian’s pine-scented oil. He climbed on in front of me, his back a solid wall of protection. "Hold on, little bird," he whispered. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shoulder. As the engines roared to life, I felt the Blood Vow hum. We weren't just a bride and a rogue anymore. We were the storm that was coming for the man wh

He knelt and lowered the tray. Food. Tea. Medicine. I looked at him. He avoided my eyes. Interesting. Not fear. Caution. Respect. I studied him. Lior’s memories were weak where he was concerned. Only fragments. A servant sent from the Iron Fang Empire. Ragnar’s man. Watching. Waiting. I spoke coldly. “You work for Ragnar.” Soren lifted his head slowly. “Yes, Your Highness.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I narrowed my eyes.

"Teri yeh adda ye behrukhi, Keh rahi hai humse aur pee, Ke sharaab peena seekha diya Mujhe.... Ek sharabi bana diya," (This apathy of yours is forcing me to drink more Has made me a drunkard That has taught me drinking wine) His bright smile wasn’t faltering. Whenever he would swerve his head to the beat, his blonde hair would set differently on his forehead. He got up from the ground and began circling the bonfire with Saad. Except Minahil and Zaviar, the whole crowd was chanting along with them. "Mast mast mast Sara jahaan mast Mast mast mast

Jörmungandr Jörmungandr is a giant snake in Viking legend. Jörmungandr is the sea serpent son of Loki, adopted brother of Thor, the legendary hammer-bearing Viking god of thunder, Mjolnir. Jörmungandr often interfered with maritime security by attacking ships. Jörmungandr is one of a kind with Leviathan. In the end, Jörmungandr was defeated by Thor. 38. Nymph

Hymir’s raven and crown emblem were from their deity, Fiachra. According to Hymirian folklore, Fiachra is a young warrior cloaked in black flexible armor that is always seen accompanied by her ravens, it is said that Fiachra with the help of her friend ravens won countless battles and brought glory to Ancient Hymir. The King of Hymir at that time fell in love with the woman in black flexible armor and courted her, however, Fiachra’s love for her country was stronger and when a final war broke out Fiachra chose to go in the frontlines and fight with all her might. But it was also a fateful battle where Fiachra sacrificed her life by closing the gates of the kingdom, tens of thousands of raven