Ragnar #vikings Novels & Stories

"I know you can. But their Alpha, Ragnar, is... complicated. He's ruled for thirty years, and he's seen every political maneuver in the book. He'll test you, probe for weaknesses. Not to undermine you—just to see what you're made of." Natasha filed that information away, already calculating approaches. "And his pack? His inner circle?" "He has two betas—his daughter Freya and a warrior named Torin. Freya handles most of their diplomatic relations. She's sharp, calculating. Torin is the military mind." Damien's hand stilled briefly against her back. "There's also his grandson, Bjorn. Heir apparent, but there's tension there. Ragnar hasn't officially named him successor." "Political instabilit

I asked with tears. "You're mine." His wolf responded in a deep tone, and I knew he was on the edge of exploding. Something was wrong, and not just with Gabe, but his wolf. "What is your name? You know Scarlet, seen her, spoke to her, but I don't know you." My hand brushed through his thick brown hair. "Ragnar, sweet little wolf." He responded and my lips smiled. That was a perfect name, a strong and old name of power and loyalty.

/“Anyone stabbed with it, gets sent directly to my father, Raerin’s, Firepit without a chance at reincarnation.” Holy shit, Tiarin’s father is the King of what mortals would call Hell? I hide my awe and focus on the way my brothers are torturing Vanya before running her through with the dagger. The look of peace crosses Kai’s face and I watch as his eyes turn glassy. He breathes out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. “That was for you, Viktor,” he whispers, but no one else can hear him. The scene falls away and my heart feels full. Years after my death he still thought about getting vengeance for what Vanya did to me and Ilya. I wish I could embrace him and say thank you, but all I c

With Luca and the boys. I was going to be there for my family and nothing was going to step in the way of that anymore. I would be an Alpha to the pack, a mate to Blake, a mother to the twins, an aunt to the boys, a sister to Link and a friend to those who had always been there for me. This party planning is going into overload. Jamie is inviting all the surrounding packs. She thinks yellow is an acceptable colour. And she believes that Disney is a theme which fully grown wolves are going to agree with. Link complained and the guards looked at me weirdly when I burst out laughing.

“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 ask, completely confused at the weird change of topic. “You never asked what my name was, after your consumption with Natalie.” Oh shit. That is true I can't believe I forgot about that. Ragnar. “Ragnar,” I say out loud. “That sounds like a strong name.” “It is. It is an old name. It means Judgement,” he explains. “Judgment,” I echo. I let the name resound around in my head. Ragnar. Judgment. “I like it. It's a good name.”

“Who’s that?” He followed my gaze, and his face went hard, a flicker of recognition darkening his eyes. “Veyra,” he growled. “Ragnar’s sister.” My blood ran cold. Ragnar’s sister. She wasn’t just here for revenge—she was leading this. Her eyes locked onto me, and that smile widened, sending a shiver down my spine. She raised a hand, and the Bloodfangs shifted, a group peeling off to circle us, cutting us off from the pack.

believe he had spent the night under the same roof as an old enemy. It's an enemy once killed! When the Wolf Priest arrived and sent everyone to meet Sergeant Hakon and listen to his speech, he didn't have time to do anything about it. He didn't even have time to introduce himself to strangers. From dozens of different clans. In general, everyone will be his enemy, unless he meets at a great celebration. However, none of them were armed here, and none of them seemed to be hostile at the moment. Sergeant Hakon gave them a lot to think about. Ragnar seemed to know where most of the others were headed. The two men who ordered Strybjorn away knew where they were taking him. This shows that Ragn

“Why did you mark her?” Ragnar asked immediately Derek entered the room. He was the Alpha of the Scorpion Zeal pack and also a Father to Derek. Ragnar was a tall, imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a thick beard. He was dressed in a fine silk robe, with gold embroidery and jewels adorning his cuffs and collar.

Reid said and she was listening to him attentively, taking all the information in slowly. "S..so why attack Rasmus?" She asked cluelessly. "Because he is the one of the Alpha from the Moon pack," Ried said with furrowed brows as if he couldn't believe she didn't know that, and Catherine was kind of shocked by this new knowledge. Rasmus was the strongest werewolf in his pack. An Alpha. Her Alpha. "What do you mean by one of the Alpha?" She asked. And she could tell Reid was getting annoyed with her.