Record Of Ragnarok Brunhilde Novels & Stories

The grand hall doors stood open when they arrived, massive oak slabs carved with scenes of wolves hunting across frozen mountains. Torches lined the walls, casting flickering shadows across the stone. A long table dominated the space, already set with platters of roasted meat, root vegetables, and dark bread. Ragnar sat at the head, his massive frame dwarfing the carved chair. Freya occupied the place to his right, her auburn hair arranged in elaborate braids, her gown a deep burgundy that made her pale skin glow. Bjorn stood behind them, still subdued, still watchful.

Seeing the suspicious look on my face, she hesitated for a moment before saying, “Well, for one thing, the family’s prayer room has a secret about Ragnar and his so-called lover in his previous life. However, no one else has ever entered that place, except for Queen Evelyn, Ragnar, and the witches.” “The lover in his previous life?” “Yes, the witch that the queen invited claimed that Ragnar owed a woman in his previous life, which led to his curse.” She took a sip of water and shook her head with a smile. “It’s so funny how Mother is neck-deep in that theory.”

They knew this wasn't from the Blood rogue, because why go for two random people? The next day, Astrid is brought to be killed. During the ritual that would lead up to her death, Ragnar is really uncomfortable. He hated her, but she was also the new mate the new goddess had given him. The moment it was time for Astrid to be killed, Ragnar would stand up and interrupt, just then, the full-moon gets to it's highest peak and Astrid begins to turn. Astrid wolf is a rare one and fits the exact description that the prophetess gave to Ragnar concerning the Savior.

Ragnar straightened his clothes like nothing had happened and snapped, “She planted it! And you idiots fell for it. She’s a warrior. There’s no way she’d die in a cage! Even if she did, would her body have rotted like that? “Find her. I don’t care if you have to tear the whole pack apart, bring her back to me!” The Beta looked torn. He thought the Alpha must have gone insane. “But how do you know she’s still alive?” Ragnar’s golden eyes were filled with nothing but hatred for me. “I recognize the magic on that lock. Selena used the same spell to trick me a year ago.” The Beta dared not to say anything more, but I knew he had to be thinking it too—

The moon goddess had disguised herself as a human and went by the name Alora. One day, Ragnarok was roaming the central forest as usual when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of distant voices. As he followed the sound, the voice became clearer to his ears. From the conversation he overheard he knew that a girl was being held against her will. He wanted to turn back and mind his business but an unexplained force couldn't let him. He was mesmerised by Alora’s striking beauty. He loved the way her snow-white hair fell from her high ponytail and bounced elegantly on her shoulders. He admired the long loose curls of hair that softened her quiet and delicate oval face.

It felt more powerful, and the sensation scared me. I got up and walked the quiet dark halls to my office. “Hati,” I said the name to myself as I sat down and opened the laptop. The different pages available all basically said the same thing. Sköll and Hati were the wolf children of Fenrir, chasing the sun and moon, which they would devour during Ragnarök, the end of days, the end of the world. Why was Hati coming for my son? Didn’t Ragnarök already happen? If I had more information at my disposal, I might have asked the goddess different questions. She summoned me, I had no idea how to go back to where I was and something told me not to try.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

She had gifts. However, as she grew, she learnt to fight she became a fierce shield maiden. However, she knew she had darkness in her, but she never gave in to it. I watched as she grew. Others feared her for her connection to the God of Hell, me. We came up with the pagan story of the wolf of Hell in order to stop the human world from taking a turn for the worst. Ragnarök, as it is known, and so it worked. The pagan’s wouldn’t favour war if their omens called for defeat. I would watch as she healed wounded men and women in the shield wall and even wounded animals.

Our mother was Brynhild she was one of the most famous Valkyries in history, and one of the most shamed. Odin ordered her to help the humans of Norway win a war against England, although Valkyries usually just collect the souls of dead warriors, we are sometimes told to assassinate certain people to change who would win the battle. In most cases, to protect the worshippers of Odin and the Norse Gods.

"Did you feel the need to bring your entire pack with you? And tell us this, what pack do you belong to—” “YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID!” Ragnar’s voice roared across the field, brutally cutting off the warrior’s formal address before it could be completed. “You brought a human here... named Lila! Return her to us! She belongs to us!” For a brief moment, everything seemed to freeze. The warriors standing guard stiffened, shock flickering across their faces. Bruno’s horse stepped forward. The stallion moved, its hooves crunching softly against the ground as it advanced just enough to draw attention. Bruno turned his head toward Ragnar, meeting his heated gaze with composed resolve.