Ragnarok Aphrodite Novels & Stories

She barked. I wouldn’t be involved in this plan if he cums inside me. His pull out game is so strong. More like he doesn't want me or Bianca to be the mother of his heir. Even when drunk, he doesn’t forget to pull not matter how hot the sex was….Which is why we decided to try the aphrodisiac potion. She continued, “I need not remind you that I could ask your co-wife or any lady in Moonlight pack and they'll be willing to do this job, but I trusted you! Isn't that why you're his wife? If you want him so bad, then make him want you!”

As I can see his face more clearly now—oh, goddess, he’s so gorgeous I can barely think now—in the stronger light inside the house, he looks as stunned as me. He is looking at me like he’s seen a ghost. Like… he has seen me before and he can’t believe I am here. He is Gideon Swan. He is a warlock, and he’s awakened, and strange things might have happened to him—oh, has happened, because it’s why I was sent here, remember? Has he seen me in his dreams? Has he seen me coming in a vision? Can he see? I force myself to contain my thoughts. They are all running away from me, that’s why. That storm outside is an indication that I must do something now to help him.

It felt as though the world had crumbled beneath her feet, and she stood there, trembling with fear, waiting for Ragnar's response. "I suppose the Moon Goddess has chosen to bless me. And, Daphne, if you ever want to see the light of day again, you will never lay a hand on my mate for the rest of your wretched life," Ragnar declared, his voice filled with a potent mix of anger, protectiveness, and love for Aloha. Tears welled up in Daphne's eyes as she tried to appeal to Ragnar using the emotional logic she had often employed.

She looked pretty in it, and I could tell it was taken of recent. “Aphrodite,” I said her name out loud. The name given to her fitted her perfectly. She was beautiful, and her sensuality pulled me in, almost making me loose my senses. I read her information, and other details about her. A firm knock landed on the door. “Come in,” I ordered. The door opened, and one of my guard, Noah, came in with a bag. “Sir, this is the clothes you requested for,” he said, his posture in a professional manner.

One word from her and Ragnar would crush the woman he called his Luna. She knocked at his door and waited for him to grant her in before she opened the door. "Honey," she called with a sweet voice, masking her anger instantly. Ragnar stood by the window, arms folded behind him as he watched the natural scenery of the forest. “Why have you come?" He questioned coldly, frightening her with his aura. Sarafina gulped but continued to make her way towards him. Once she stopped by his side, Ragnar grabbed her throat and squeezed her pipes tight.

"So, I will let Amanda take the title of Luna—I don't want to make things harder for Kelvin. However, I refuse to break the rules of our clan. After all, I am the daughter of the Southern Werewolf General. No she-wolf in our bloodline has ever been claimed as a mate without holding the title of Luna," I said, my voice calm, but resolute. "That's why I've come today, Luna. Our bond may have been arranged by the Alpha, but I seek your blessing… I want to reject him as my mate."

“Word has spread of a Silver Fang Queen leading the outcasts. They’re calling her the Rogue’s Queen, attacking pack territories and burning villages without mercy.” That didn’t align with the Aria I remembered. The gentle girl who wept over injured animals and showed compassion to the proud elders. The Aria I had shattered when I rejected her could not have become this destructive force. “That’s the impact of the bond breaking,” Elara said, perceiving my thoughts. “She’s pulled in two directions—part of her trying to heal you and maintain the connection, while the other seeks to destroy everything reminding her of you. This internal battle is tearing her apart, turning her powers volatile an

Creed was quick to get closer to the vampire and grab him by the neck, “Tell me your name and who sent you.” Gon was the sweet and gentle Creed who was embracing me and was replaced with hee usual Ravager Creed who could slice you up anytime he wanted. The vampire didn't even quiver. Instead, he chuckled loudly, “Ah, this is boring, you wolves are so predictable. Can we first have a chat?”

The maid opened the window when she heard the noise. 'Elena, please tell the young lady that we have entered the Baron's territory. 'Okay.' Sitting across from Elena was a young girl in a mage's robe. She had a slender figure and jade-like skin, with long black hair that reached down to her waist. Her beautiful and delicate face was only slightly better than that of a goddess, especially those black eyes that had a charm that could captivate a person's soul. Kristen Stewart, the only daughter of Baron Stewart, a dragon vein wizard of the first order and a magician of the first order, has the title of the most beautiful tulip in Brittany.

Disgusting. ‘She’s the rumored Lone Vampire Mistress…’ ‘We play in the wrong land…we’re doomed…in the successor of the bloody queen of all vampires.’ “PLEASE, SPARE US, PLEASE!” one begging rogue plead but Mira was not backing down to her own words. “SPARE US, BLOODY QUEEN.” another one plead but something twitched in Angel’s hearing. Angel suddenly appeared in front of the rogue and quickly grabbed its neck with such power and anger. He was growling as dark energy began to overpower their wolves and they started to whimper. Angel was not their alpha but he emits a power that is equivalent to a ruthless king.