Novel & Cerita Ragnok Harry Potter

He is tired of seeing her arrogant face and cannot wait for the bitch to get what is coming to her. Kendra's body goes rigid; every muscle is taut like a bowstring. Could it be him? Kendra has waited for this day for so long that she doesn't believe she gets to meet the person who took everything from her. To get the opportunity to have her revenge. "Good. I can't wait to meet him." She smirks at the Rogue. The Rogue looks at her like she is crazy. "You don't know who you are dealing with. No one wants to meet the Great Ragnak, because the eyes that see him, whom he doesn't want to see, go blind."

“I saw it. One of them. Before the Hollow struck, there was a shadow moving… and it wasn’t one of your wolves.” Raven dropped to her knees beside him. “Who?” Ragnar’s brow furrowed, sweat dripping down his temple. “I don’t… know the name. Tall. Dark hair. Cloak with the council’s crest.” Gasps echoed. The room erupted in snarls and denials. “Enough!” Raven roared. The chamber fell silent instantly.

"Look at the skills. One active, one passive. They were being bio-hacked for the hockey trials." "Jack, watch your step," Ronan warned, but I had already slipped on the slick, frozen grass, sneezing as the chilly wind whipped around us. He caught me before I hit the ground, his arms wrapping around me. For a second, the numb feeling in my chest vanished, replaced by an inexplicable heat. "Have you found the Crown Prince of the rogue sectors?" I asked, pulling away and trying to regain my professional composure. "No," Ronan said, taking a small sip from a flask. "But Old Magnus won't be happy. The Crown Prince is the key to the magic array on the North Star."

Dan's weight on me was too much and I couldn’t break his grip on me. My legs were pinned by his legs hooked around me and my hands held above my head by his. His breath smelt sweet and unusual; it was sickening. He held his face close to mine when his phone rang in his pocket. He jumped off me and I started screaming. He ran out of the room slamming the door behind him, my screams were pointless. However, it was the first sign of hope. If I could somehow submit to him and get his phone from him, I might be able to reach out.

' she wondered silently. “Rengganis, the union ritual is complete. I can enter your body whenever you want me to. But you’ll still need to learn the incantations and techniques. After you eat, let me teach you the basics of one of my signature spells,” Lady Nagini said. “A signature spell?” Lady Nagini grinned and nodded. “Yes. One of them is 'Jaran Goyang' the Swaying Steed.” ***

Just as Ragnar was about to uncover the wound I had gotten from saving his life, Nina suddenly shrieked, “Ragny, look! There’s dark magic residue on this lock!” Ragnar dropped me immediately and rushed to her side. I could not help but laugh bitterly. Even in death, I still meant less than Nina. One word from her and she had his full attention. Ragnar examined the lock and instantly confirmed it had traces of dark magic. He suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed so hard his eyes teared up. As he was standing right next to a corpse, his laughter felt eerie. He almost looked insane. The Beta could not help but try to comfort him, saying, “Alpha, please accept my condolences.”

Anuba, Fenrik, and Rowan! I couldn't think. Ragnar moved, jolting into the bushes following the scent. I felt his claws crush the earth each time he pulled forward. It felt like we ran for ages, but I didn't lose my breath, nor did I see anything other than the blurs of bushes. Ragnar was in full control. A massive ancient tower came into sight, and a massive hurricane and storm were pouring down just beyond its ridges. Witches definitely witches! Ragnar lunged, entering the storm as the scent became even more vivid. The blood struck my nose hard, and I could smell her, but something was wrong.

Ragnar exclaimed with a mix of pride and frustration. "I'm sorry, my king, but I couldn't be certain if they would use a spell to circumvent your blood's protection," Aloha explained. Ragnar's anger flared at the thought of another spell, but simultaneously, he felt a sense of relief, knowing that Aloha possessed the power to break any witch's enchantment.

Maddox didn't have the power to heal Ragnor. Meanwhile, Siku had carried the stone stained with Ragnor's blood into the ruined castle and the creature took it and dropped it into a stagnant water and started chanting. The water began to glow.

That voice. Low, rich, and cold enough to slice flesh. She turned, slowly, knowing what she’d see before she even saw it. There, standing atop a rock, silhouetted against the moon like the harbinger of death, was him. Ragnar. His obsidian armor glinted faintly, wet from the rain, blood smeared on one of his gloves. His eyes glowed golden, a dangerous, hungry light that pierced right through her. He looked like a beast risen from hell.