Ragnar #vikings Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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.”

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

What does that dead dark spell caster have to do with any of this? (Royal Beta Killian’s P.O.V) This was supposed to be a special day for my little Starfish, but these fucking rouges had to go and fucking ruin it. They breached our eastern borders and continued to pour into our territory, with seemingly no end in sight. My wolf, Titan, is giddy with anticipation to rip apart these rogue fucks, hoping that one of them is the one who hurt our pup all those years ago. Daddy, we need you. I hear Juniper say through the mind link

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.

James communicated through their mental link, his words acting as a soothing balm to Ragnar's frayed emotions. Ragnar's position among humans was that of a multimillionaire. He presided over various companies and institutions, all expertly managed by his trusted minister and several Alphas from different packs. His way of life often puzzled many, especially since only a handful of humans were privy to the existence of werewolves. Additionally, numerous werewolf packs still resided in remote areas, akin to Marvins' pack, yet Ragnar chose to reside in a lavish mansion within the heart of the human city, indulging in human pleasures.