Ragnar Lothbrok Vikings Novels & Stories

Both of his hands were tucked inside the pockets of his black long coat, the dark fabric hanging heavily from his frame. Ragnar continued walking until he came to a halt directly in front of Dax, deliberately positioning himself between the two of us. From where I stood, his broad back partially blocked my view. “Dax, what is it that you’re so mad about?” he asked, a laugh lacing his words as he met Dax’s glare. I could hear the amusement in Ragnar’s voice. “Shouldn’t I be angry... now that I’ve found out Villion fucked the human?!”

This was where I met him—Ragnar, the rogue I’d fed coins and secrets to for years, my shadow, my blade in the dark. I pushed through the creaking door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my heart racing as Ragnar stepped forward, his hulking frame scarred, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Not Darius, the warrior I’d pitched to Marcus, but Ragnar, a rogue so vile even the BloodMoon pack shunned him. He was my secret weapon, loyal only to my gold, my promises. “Veron,” he growled, his voice rough, his claws flexing. “What’s the job?”

he leaned back on the sofa, his eyes looking up and to the left as if remembering. “It happened during the battle of Maldon. I was a Viking, one of the few black Vikings. My lineage went back through the Viking god, Odin, and so I was very respected. A warrior in those days fought till the death, and I was no different. We were not fighting a holy war, looking for vengeance, or any other noble means. We were out to claim land for the Olaf. Plain and simple, we were bloodthirsty warriors.

"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."

The war of the gods stands on the brink of eruption. Five hundred and forty doors stand within the resplendent halls of Valhalla; from each, eight hundred armored warriors march forth as one, to join the battle against the wolf Fenrir. — Grímnismál (The Lay of Grímnir) Chapter 1 This was a night from a long, long time ago— so distant that the great war of Ragnarök had yet to begin, when the divine race had only just split into two tribes, when Odin, King of the Gods, and Loki, the God of Fire, had only just sworn brotherhood,

CHAPTER SIX Ragnar paced about angrily in his room. Why on earth was the mate bond not severed? The gods were playing games with him. He didn't want to be Astrid's mate, end of discussion. Would his wife in her grave be happy if he mates with their sworn enemy, the woman that killed her? Or was this some sort of punishment for killing off the rogues? Well, he had no regrets. The rogues were a group of rebellious people who opposed his leadership.

The moment they found the person they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. It had been nothing short of perfect. Only that's the last memory I have of my family because, during the night as we slept, the Alpha and Beta of a neighbouring pack attacked. They killed anyone who challenged them, not even stopping to spare women and children. They ripped the entire pack limb from limb, never even giving them the chance to defend themselves.

"That was fun..." "Yeah...Do you care for some wine?" I asked and he nodded wordlessly.There was this weird silence between us as we sipped our wine, our eyes glued on the television screen.We were watching the last episode of Game of Thrones . "I prefer Vikings to Game of Thrones..." He commented. "Me too..." "So who is your favourite actor in Vikings?" "Ragnar Lothbrok and you?" "Ivar the boneless...." "Don't tell me you pity him because he is a cripple?"

He had known Aloha was their true mate but had chosen to bide his time, waiting for Ragnar to accept his own feelings before revealing the startling truth about Aloha being their second mate As they stormed into Marvins' pack territory, Ragnar allowed his inner demons to take control. His every step exuded an aura of dark power, and his hand swatted aside any wolf foolish enough to challenge him. The sudden intrusion had thrown Marvins' pack into chaos, and the noise drew Marvins and his sister, Thuy, out of their hideouts. Fear clutched at Marvins as his eyes locked onto Ragnar's unyielding gaze. Panic surged through him, a desperate instinct to escape the overwhelming force that had descen

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.