Record Of Ragnarok Chapter 100 Novels & Stories

Note- The first three chapters are when FL was a kid, but these chapters are important to know the characters and their relation, from chapter 4 FL is seventeen and then spicy things will start. *wink-wink) Ragnar's p.o.v. The dark eyes, a pool of black and blue with a hint of red were glaring back at me from the mirror, I slapped my own cheeks with my palm, wincing as I accidentally slapped a little too harshly....but thankfully, the red was gone.

Not anger. Not yet. Recognition. The kind that came before something broke. Or changed. He lifted his hand. For a moment, I thought he would strike me. Instead, he placed two fingers beneath my chin and lifted my head, forcing me to meet his gaze fully. “You speak of death very easily,” he murmured. “I have already died once.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. Ragnar’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?” I said nothing. Too much. I had said too much.

Through everything. End of Chapter 109

Absolutely! Here's an intense, emotional, and captivating Chapter 10 from Zara (Zara’s POV) Dawn the gates of our pack was opened. I stood between two worlds—the one I had rebuilt from ashes, and the one waiting at the edge of destiny. Every heartbeat whispered the same word through my veins. Thorold. “Are you ready?” Seris asked, her eyes glowing faintly with power. I nodded once. “I’ve been ready since the moment I remembered his name.”

Tamara had deciphered that much, that the part of the rock was designed to crumble. She had looked up this Surt and figured Norse mythology was the best way to go. He was one of those that were to start the end of the world. After Ragnarok, which what she was seeing made sense in the dreams now, the sea serpent and the woman with the dead. They were all figures in the mythology of Ragnarok, especially the wolf. Him breaking free of his chains would start the end. He would kill Odin and several other gods before dying himself.

I pressed my hand over the rag and swore I felt claws trying to push out under my nails. Gunnar yanked the arrow from his shoulder with a squelch. Blood soaked his jacket. "Enough!" he bellowed across the river. "Sveinn Ragnarsson. You lost her fair. The moon chose. Keep coming and I end the treaty your father begged for last winter." Sveinn's wolf shook itself, blood dripping from its muzzle. He shifted back human, naked and furious on the bank and bleeding. "She's defective. You want a broken Luna? Fine. But her father owes me answers. Jakob!" He jerked his chin toward the trees.

Without warning, he slowly turned his head in my direction, shifting his attention away from Dax until his gaze settled on me. The moment his eyes locked onto mine, my body stiffened. I was forced to swallow my own saliva as my eyes became locked on his irises, which seemed to pulse with light. “After five months,” Ragnar said slowly. "It will be our turn to wear her down... because she allowed her body to be used by an immortal... And when that happens…” The hairs on my arms rose all at once, a chilling sensation crawling over my skin and creeping up the back of my neck. I could feel the fear spreading because he never once broke his intense stare, as if he were carving his words directly i

Ragnar's eyes flew open in shock and pain. The blood gushed from Ragnar's mouth in a thick, crimson stream, splattering over his face and body. It pooled beneath him, creating a growing red stain on the bed. In his last moments of life, Ragnar's eyes widened in terror. He let out a pained scream before his eyes rolled back in his head and he went still. Gasher pulled his sword free from Ragnar's chest and stepped back, watching as life drained from his enemy's body. He had done it. He had killed Ragnar and avenged the death of his family.

My name cracked on his lips, filled with so much torment, so much longing. I pressed my forehead to his, tightening my grip. "I’m here. Always." Then, as if those words were the final key, the final tether he needed— The shadows snapped. A violent shockwave blasted outward from his chest, tearing through the battlefield, dispelling the cursed mist. The darkness that had clung to him so desperately shrieked as it fractured, the black tendrils unraveling, burning as if exposed to the sun. Ragnor gasped, his body convulsing one last time before—

"Elders, it was a moment of weakness. A mistake. I am willing to have it burned away. Immediately." "Removed?" I scoffed. "Once a mark is defiled, its purity can never be restored. Just like our bond." "Mom…" Rory began weakly. "Please… forgive Dad… I can't hold on much longer…" His voice faded, and his body began to sway. Everyone could see that the flame of his life was flickering out. But my heart had turned to stone. "Head Elder, I demand the immediate execution of the Rejection ceremony," I announced, my voice ringing with clarity.