Ragnar #vikings Novels & Stories

My mother and Eric's mother were Scandinavians and they were also best friends. My mother was of Vikings descent. They're the Norsemen raiders and warriors, that was why I was named Thor, the most widely-known powerful god of thunder, known for his bravery, strength, and healing powers? Eric's mother was the first to move to America when she got mated to an American who came to Denmark for business. The month her best friend left, my mom followed suit. Not because she also found her mate in an American shifter but because she missed her best friend

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

Derick turned to me with a dark smirk, and I could see the ill intent in his eyes. “I don’t need you for that. I have my methods of discipline, and when I’m done with her, she wouldn’t dare to raise a finger against me,” Ragnar said, but it seemed he wasn’t convincing enough since Derick’s hand was still at the side of my face. “Know this, if you so much as touch her, this deal is off,” Ragnar threatened, and Derick retracted his hand the very next second.

Wulfrick shouted, punching him again but this time in the guts, he didn't stop until Ragnar got himself. Ragnar reared back and punched him hard and the fight began. From behind me I heard the noises of people around us but I didn't try to stop them. There was a strong aura coming from both of them and to stop them would be disastrous. “I don't care who you tell. Just like this pack is mine, she's also mine and I can do whatever I want" Ragnar shouted in Wilfrick's face, the punches never ceasing. “You left them after all didn't you?" He shouted back.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

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.

His gaze locked on me, and it felt like a hand closing around my throat. I stood frozen as he leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. He studied me like a hunter studying prey. “Come closer,” he said, his voice low and deep. My feet moved without my permission. I stopped a few steps away from him, my hands curling into fists at my sides. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “I am Ragnar Ragnar,” he said slowly. “Alpha of the Bloodfang pack.” The name hit me like a weight. Bloodfang. The name Clara had whispered with fear. The most dangerous rogue pack. And this man… he ruled it.

His black eyes staring out at the water that slided down the window. “Time isn't far away before the first attack goes to that Kingdom.” He said, almost celebrating. “Our warriors are growing Alpha, there is nothing to worry about. Once we have the witches, there is nothing that can stop us.” James said. There was a sinister smile on Ragnar. He wasn’t talking, but there was a different kind of power around him. “Leave me.” He said, as James nodded, walking away. But Ragnar made his way towards the window, his reflection of the glass, as another lighting came and a dangerous thunder. Revealing his face.

"Katrina Grimlore of Shadowfang, my wife," Ragnar's words from a few minutes ago echo in Jarl's head. No! That can't be true. Katrina can't be his wife, this must be some sort of trick they came up with to mess up his life by coming here. "Take your seat at the table, Jarl Fenrisson, now," Ragnar's powerful voice snaps Jarl out of his daze, still trembling.

Then the mask slid back, calm, composed, unreadable. “Don’t tell Mom.” Egon smirked. “I don’t like getting stabbed so I won’t.” Ragnar finally grabbed the bottle, took a long sip, and tossed it aside casually. “When the time comes,” Egon added as Ragnar started walking away “You’ll either conquer her… or she’ll conquer you. In our family, there is no in-between.” Ragnar didn’t look back, but his voice carried the promise of a different storm. “No one will ever conquer me.”