Ragnar Lothbrok Novels & Stories

Behind the darkness occasionally emerged vague outlines of creatures and that made it look more of a scene from a horror movie. Surrounding the woman were fully armored soldiers, some of whom had their swords drawn, while others had their hands on their swords ready to remove them from their sheaths in a swing. In front of the woman stood a man flanked by other soldiers. The man was huge, taller that everyone around. He had long hair that flowed all the way to his waist like a woman's hair and beards that reached just above his neck bone. Both his hair and beards were shaggy and it made him look like he had just come from the wild. His grin revealed brown and rotten teeth and one artificial

Nio rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Really? You’re not? Do I look like an idiot? Your friend just called you Nio. Everyone in Raal knows your name. I'm Lara. And if you help me, I will help you. I can ...”: the woman continued. "We don't need help," Jon interrupted. Lara smiled, leaned closer to him and whispered: “Ah, Jon Varghoth, son of Stip Varghoth. The man who created hardened steel for his master and pushed the whole of Malfer into chaos.”

"And there's his older brother, Lex. At twenty-nine he's already rejected his mate and has probably slept with more than half the females in the pack. But he loves Jamie and Blake, so he will do anything to ensure they're both safe." "I had a brother. Link. He would have been thirty-one today," I pretty much whispered as I subtlety wiped the tears away from my eyes, refusing to let myself be seen as weak in front of this man. "See, I knew there was a heart in there somewhere. It's just being shielded by a stone wall which is going to take a whole lot of trust and love for someone to be able to break through it."

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

I exclaimed. “What, you never witnessed that back at Grey Wolf?” He looked at me, smiling. “I did, but I never did it myself,” I replied. “And to be honest, never thought I’d witness it again.” “It goes great with my favorite Russian phrase.” Blake had a glint in his eyes. He turned to the other poor bastard, who was convulsing uncontrollably in fear. As Blake’s warriors struggled to hold him down, a puddle formed on the floor from him pissing himself. Blake just as swiftly sliced his dick off and yelled, “Hui tebé v rot!” as he did the same thing again, shoving it into his companion’s mouth.

‘Rex, we are in trouble,’ Fafnir said. ‘No shit, look at the rest of them coming,’ Rex replied, a little irritated. ‘That was the son of the troll king, the arm banding you cut looked familiar to me, once the trolls see this, they will hunt you with renewed strength, whatever general Marcia does will not deter them from their new target, you.’

Suddenly, the full moon turned into blood when she delivered her daughter who was the last. The Blood Moon signifies the moon goddess's daughter. It was said that the goddess’s daughter gave up her life so that her brothers would live. And Ragnarok has left to father three sons. The eldest was Dugsalen, the second was Asfuklen and the third was Jaerelen. Ragnarok treated his slaves like his family. His love and affection for them made his pack increase in number across the vast northern territory. Many years later, Ragnarok three sons decided to change the name of their massive pack from the Northern Pack to Ragnarok in respect to their father.

KING RAGNAR LOTHBROK and his crew were away for nearly six months when they returned, bearing news of their triumphant raid. The people of Kattegat sang their praises, welcoming their beloved warriors back to town with jubilant cheers. Sophie stood beside Helen and the other slaves, a little away from the boisterous crowd, observing the Lothbrok family's reunion. Rollo's absence was notable, considering he was renowned as one of the best warriors. She watched the famous priest, Athelstan, whom she had yet to meet, warmly greet Queen Aslaug and Ivar, a display of affection that made Sophie wonder if she would ever hold them in such high regard.

he said, “And I’ve missed you too.” To his people, Ragnar was a fierce and powerful Lord who was stern, strict and feared by all. To Astrid, he was a wicked bastard with an alarming libido, one who rarely smiled and one whose heart was made out of granite; he was unfeeling and inhumane and didn’t have a single atom of sympathy in him.