Ragnar #vikings Novels & Stories

I said it before, he was the male version of Medusa. I swiveled on the balls of my feet, instantly meeting Gunnar's green-brown eyes. They were more brown with blotches of green swirling through the irises this morning and they were hooded with days worth of exhaustion. Thick stubble coated his jaw, framing the impeccable slice of it. His chocolate brown locks were snarled in every direction; tufts sticking out and begging for me to run my fingers through. I fisted my hands, quickly shaking the thought out of my head.

Andrew replied flatly, "You talk too much, you monster! I think you should follow Fenrir and meet your end!" Ragnar suddenly flew into a rage, opening his mouth to let out a beast-like roar. Endless savage light shot from his amber eyes. He growled, "I will tear you apart, you lowly insect!" He shot forward, viciously clawing at Andrew. Andrew blocked with his great sword, only to feel primordial power surging toward him. His heart jolted. Indeed, Ragnar was a progenitor of werewolves. The force of this single strike far exceeded anything Othniel, Kaelen, and other powerhouses could compare to.

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?’

his voice was laced with thick displeasure. I was stupefied for a moment and instinctively shook my head. “I didn't.” “Miss Calista, don't forget that you are now my wife, my mate. If you want to cry, you can only cry for me. Stop those tears right now,” Ragnar asserted, showcasing his overpowering personality. I hurriedly wiped my tears with my sleeve and retorted, “I'm not crying for any man. And why are you crying?” I asked. Ragnar smirked and interjected, “Is it because of me? Are you blaming me for not bringing you back to your home today?”

But the burden of leadership was heavy, and the dangers they faced were growing by the day. “We have allies,” Theo said, breaking the silence. “But we also have enemies, and we need to be prepared for both. Let’s continue with the other packs outside Rysterbia.” He pointed to a region in Southeast Asia. “The Namo Ganga pack, led by Alpha Bhairava. They’re one of the oldest and most respected packs, known for their honour and martial prowess. Bhairava is a warrior, but he’s also a man of great wisdom. Earning their respect will be crucial.”

GEMMA I furrowed my brows. Right now, it was from one problem to the other. We still needed time to recover from the fight with the Obsidian Wolves and now, this? Who the hell was even Ragnarok? That was the first important question. George left the office, leaving me and Nate alone. "Who exactly is this Ragnarok? And why does he have such a weird name?" I asked. He sighed. "Ragnarok is a barbarian. For centuries, after his pack broke out from our kingdom, they have lived on the outskirts, having no alliances with anyone. They're strong enough on their own." He explained.

Running away now would be better than dying from being beheaded when Bianca was announced as Alpha Alex’s concubine. Ragnar Thane was from one of the wealthiest families in the Drakonvale pack. His family was in-laws to Alpha Alex’s family, and with this bond, they grew up as friends. Ragnar was a warrior just like Alpha Alex and many knew him as Alpha Alex’s most trusted retainer. As he led the way, Ragnar wondered what Alpha Alex wanted from a lowly slave like Bianca. She was beautiful, of course, but he didn’t think her beauty was enough to sway the Alpha into laying with such a lowly body. Ragnar admired the social status rules and he had so much pride in himself for being born into a pr

—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?

"Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf." Liv met the woman's intense gaze. Her voice wrapped around Liv like a warm blanket. A feeling of profound comfort came over her and she let out a little sigh. "I knew it was Norse. I've been told my father's people were from Denmark…or what is Denmark now," she said. Suddenly, she just wanted to curl up and take a nap, preferably in the giant Viking's generous lap. What? She shook herself. What was going on with her today. She needed to get out of here and back to the woods. All the concrete was obviously making her loopy.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.