Record Of Ragnarok Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But it was like throwing ourselves against a solid wall of iron and fire. The mental pathway was completely blocked by a dark, roaring storm of uncontrolled, feral fury. She wasn't just ignoring us, her corrupted beast was actively rejecting our presence, violently lashing out against the connection whenever we tried to force our way through. Ragnar let out a sharp, frustrated breath and ran a trembling hand over his face. He took two slow, deliberate steps closer to the reinforced bars, changing his approach entirely. “I’m going to tell you a story,” Ragnar voiced out loud, his usual rough, aggressive tone dropping into something surprisingly soft, steady, and deeply gentle.

I knew I would be fighting until the end in order to defend all we had. ‘Tesoro?’ I mindlinked my mate, Aria, as my body made the smooth and easy transition between my toned and muscular human form into the sleek and strong form of my wolf, Ciro. His dappled gray fur soon began to protrude from my limbs as the transition occurred… ‘Oh, Rocco!’ she replied, the panic evident in her tone. ‘What is happening, there is panic everywhere. We have been told to go to the safe rooms.’

" She said and Loki nodded. Arianna didn't have to listen to everything the woman was saying before she realized that she was telling the truth. Her attacker had ran away very quickly, almost like they had disappeared and Arianna knew very well that a pregnant woman couldn't have performed that feat. "Why was a cloak and crossbow found hidden in your room?" Loki questioned. "I really have no idea how it got in my room,I've never touched a crossbow in my life. I don't even know how it works. Someone must have hidden it in my room to frame me. You have to believe me Alpha, I'm innocent. I've been very miserable since my husband was killed by rogues. Having to live every minute without him is h

We all know he’s not particularly fond of the Lycan Alpha. Another pause, longer this time, and then Ryker’s face hardens. “What the fuck did you just say?” he growls, his voice rising. I lean in, trying to catch more of the conversation, to piece together the puzzle from these fragments of information. “You heard me,” Fenriz’s voice comes through, faint but clear. Ryker’s growl is audible even to me. “I’m currently staring at Ruin and Blight. Why did he say he’s there?”

I broke free of Jarnja's arms as the summer heat of the yellow rose intensified, my breaths coming hot and heavy at the touch of her lips. The cockerel of Ragnarok, my fetch Gullinkambi, crowed to herald Sunna's bright apex in the sky as noon settled its dry bones across the mountain kingdom of Utgardr.

He didn't know what he was up against, but he was sure he would find something and even kill the nasty Strybjorn for a deal! He looked around and tried to make eye contact with the others. There was only one person who smiled at him. Everyone else seemed lost in reality. Ragnar was not surprised. I had a lot to think about. He's been in the news so much it's hard to believe he's only been here a day. In the evening he was interrogated by Ranek. All the information he had given to the Wolf Priest's question was moved to a large leather room in the hall. He was then subjected to a physical examination, which Ranek called the Iron Priest. When things don't go well, Ragnar almost flies into a ra

She was sprawled on the blood-soaked ground, her hands clutching at the soil as she writhed in pain. However, it was at that moment that from within, Faye Black—who was surprisingly now weakened, cried out, “Mate!” Fucking Ragnar was her mate! Ragnar transferred into his human form, towering over Astrid’s weakened state. She was still writhing in pain, laid down on the ground. He knelt beside her, "You killed her, didn't you?" he asked, narrowing his gaze at her.

However she recognized a name that was written in an arch across the top. The first one she read said Fenrisúlfr then Vánagandr, before Hróðvitnir. All names she’d seen in the research that she did. One phrase she picked out as well had a name in it. Stating that here within lay Fenrir, bound by glipenir and with blade and chain he would be held until Ragnarok. She was surprised she read it so well, like it clicked in her brain. Like she could always read it. Maybe that should have been a red flag to her, but she felt kind of excited and started to walk around the thing. That scientific geek part of her driving her onward.

His fingers drifted up and down my spine, slower and slower, his breath stretching longer as he sank toward sleep. I thought about telling him then. The stairs. The snow. The ring. The voice that called my name while I died. I opened my mouth to say it. His arm tightened around me. He murmured something into my hair, too slurred to catch at first. Then the rest came out clearly, in a hoarse, desperate whisper that turned every warm inch of me to ice. "Milo, don't you close your eyes. I'm almost there."

“Go on if there's more.” Kai shifted under me, his arm holding me tighter. “There’s more. Rumors have reached me about Ragnar. They say he’s plotting something dark. I don’t have the full details yet because he keeps it to himself. But the pack whispers what he told them. They believe it’s a plan that could change the supernatural world forever. They believe it could make Ragnar the strongest alpha alive.” I moved my head slightly so I could see Kai’s face. “Do you believe them?”