Ragnar Lothbrok Novels & Stories

Ragnar walked in with his entourage, causing the servants scatter to their respective positions and bow. Ragnar is an imposing figure, standing tall with broad shoulders, and he has an air of authority that seems to precede him. He's dressed in a regal attire, with a long, flowing robe that's adorned with intricate embroidery, and a gold-embellished sword hanging from his waist. Derek and Aurora got to their feet as the king approached their table. Aurora was unsure of what to do, but she knew she needed to show respect to the Alpha king. She looked over at Derek, hoping he could offer some guidance.

"My ancestor, the first black wolf we know of, was named Fenris. It's an alternative name to Fenrir, a premier character in the story of Ragnarok." I wrinkled my nose. "Isn't that the end of the world?" "Something like it." I leaned in closer, eager to hear more. "Tell me about it." David opened the book to the marked page and began to recount the story of Ragnarok. "I'm not terribly interested in the end," David explained. "Fenrir is the son of Loki and a monstrous wolf. His quick growth, large size, and massive power were a concern to the gods as they couldn't bind him."

“I am not going to go through all those troubles to just get an i/diot to sit on the throne.” “I won’t be ruling the kingdom, Lennie,” Ragnar said, “I’ve told you from the beginning. After it’s done, I will go back to the human world. I am not staying for anything. I hate it here.” “Not even for your little girlfriend?” Lennie asked. “She’s a wolf too. So I guess you hate her also?” Ragnar pressed his lips. “It’s none of your business,” he said. “And you shouldn’t have dragged her into this. She got hurt because of your engagement. And how could you brand her with a slave mark?!”

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

Ember turned to the silver wolf, keeping her posture tense. ‘Who are you? And why did you attack us?’ she asked flatly, her wolf was still itching to sink her fangs into him. He didn’t respond at first, his gaze flickering between them and Kaya. Raphael sneered in warning, his fur bristling. ‘My name is Ragnar,’ he finally said. Even through the link, his voice was deep and husky. ‘How did you leave Thorne’s territory unscathed? And why do you have his scent all over you?’

That voice. Low, rich, and cold enough to slice flesh. She turned, slowly, knowing what she’d see before she even saw it. There, standing atop a rock, silhouetted against the moon like the harbinger of death, was him. Ragnar. His obsidian armor glinted faintly, wet from the rain, blood smeared on one of his gloves. His eyes glowed golden, a dangerous, hungry light that pierced right through her. He looked like a beast risen from hell.

Her words were cut off when someone suddenly barged into the hall. "Kieran Anubis." A voice boomed out. All heads turned to see who it was, and the look on Kieran's face changed slightly as he watched the visitor walk down the pathway towards the throne. It was Ragnar Thorne, one of the rulers of the realm. Ragnar was a feral, pure blooded demon who was known for his cruelty and arrogance. He ruled the east side realm, and rumour had it that he bedded different women even after finding his mate.

But Luca was pinned by two rogues, unable to intercept. Raven lunged, but she was too far, mud slowing her down. “Ragnar!” she roared, voice tearing from her wolf’s throat. He didn’t run. Lightning cracked across the sky as the rogue leapt, claws out, jaws open, and Ragnar swung the branch with a roar of his own, catching the rogue in the ribs and driving it back. The rogue clawed at Ragnar’s shoulder, blood spraying, but Ragnar held on, shoving forward, eyes blazing with fury.

“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?”

mum replied "My wolfs name, how did you get ragnarok from Lagertha?" "Lagertha is originally a viking name" mum answered "Ok thanks mum" then ended the mind-link " mum said she had a hunch based on my wolfs name" "Your mums right, i am named after the greatest shield maden, and I have made it my lifes mission to uphold her name with honor"