Record Of Ragnarok Aphrodite Novels & Stories

Mane wondered, his curiosity getting the better of him. “This war was fought between your predecessor, the 5th Supreme, and the Chaos Beasts which sought to destroy the world. It was in this battle that the world snake fell, and Fenrir disappeared. Sutur was reduced to rocks, and every other being of chaos was trampled. This was the first appearance of Ragnarok.” “Oh?” Mane chuckled, his interest piqued. “What is Ragnarok?” he asked, for this was the first he was hearing of this. “The war of the gods,” Reiki replied simply.

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?’

Roran was a businessman, as well as a partner, executive and shareholder of one of the companies affiliated with Delphos, they were childhood friends of Ragnar Delphos, albeit one of the men who married before the destined man himself. So, Roran invited Rebekah to attend an associates' party with him introducing Ragnar. - This is my friend, Ragnar Delphos. Roran said . - Oh... - Loki approached, grabbing Ragnar by the waist, hugging him with a kiss. - I saw that he has good taste, he doesn't get the same women as you . - Loki said. - It's what you think, we have the same tastes in women. Ragnar said. - A queen. – Loki said, taking the woman's hands and kissing them. – What a beauty.

I closed my eyes, the screams of terror in the room were like music to my ears. I threw my head back, overcome by the desire to feed. Yet I would be patient for my Aphrodite. She needed to eat first. She needed to have her fill. I ran my hands through Aphrodite's hair. She brought her face from the neck of the dead babe, "oh, Abigor, my hunger is not satisfied."

He had made a promise to Daphne to take control of Aloha, but now he regretted his hasty commitment. Gorg's voice broke into his thoughts. "You must save her." Ragnar's response was conflicted. "What about Daphne? Don't forget, she's meant to become our Luna." "Your Luna, not mine," Gorg retorted. Ragnar's frustration was evident. "You're not much help when it comes to Aloha." As he moved, Ragnar's hand absently raked through his hair, a gesture of uncertainty. He found himself drawn towards the kitchen. Just then, Aloha's scent filled the air, reaching his senses in an overwhelming wave.

Was everything that had happened the night before really just a nightmare? Could it be that the woman in the Madame Oriana portrait had nothing to do with Ragnar’s lover in his previous life, but had something to do with his first love instead? “Miss Audrey…” I muttered to myself. “That’s right, Ragnar’s first love — Miss Audrey.” Evelyn helplessly released a light sigh as she continued, “Don’t let Ragnar’s cold persona fool you. When it comes to love, he can be really stubborn. Once he’s determined that she’s his woman, he will never let her go.

“Promise me boy, that you will never accept the dark spirits into your partitioned mind. It will be the ruin of not only you but of everything you will ever love in this life.” He was serious. He saw this. He saw me. What the hell did it mean? Why was he seeing my future? “I-I don’t understand.” I stammered unable to process what he was trying to tell me. “You must never align yourself with a dark master. If you do Ulfgar, you will start a war that will take countless human and magical lives. I could not see who you would align yourself to but I could see that you will. You must change your mind, or I will break your apprenticeship with me. The things that I have seen, must never come to lif

Goddess, how I wished I did. “I helped you find her!” Blaire rushed back to him, her voice too eager. She leapt into his arms, wrapping herself around him. But Ragnar didn’t react immediately. His eyes were still on me—still locked, still searching. Like he wanted answers I didn’t know how to give. “Blaire,” Ragnar said eventually, adjusting her weight from his shoulder, now holding her by the hips. “Yes, Alpha,” Blaire purred, tilting her head coyly. She didn’t care that she was suspended in midair. All she wanted was his attention. His response.