Record Of Ragnarok Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And each rune lighted up one after the other after the drop of the teardrop had passed on it. As he stared in astonishment at the spectacle with a frown, an elderly woman's voice snapped him out of his reverie. — What are you doing on these lands, my boy? Have you lost your way? Ragnar turned back to where the voice astonished him was coming from. He couldn't respond instantly, still being captivated by the spectacle of the teardrop. He turned his head just for the time of a wink and as soon as he realized she was just an old lady, his eyes instinctively returned to the runes he traced, but they had disappeared as if by magic. Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady.

She couldn't bear the thought of her beloved Rhea suffering even the slightest discomfort. Rhea panicked when Mother refused and anxiously paced like a cat on a hot tin roof. "I'm marrying him! If you won't allow it, I'll bash my head in right here!" Mother nearly fainted at the threat. Terrified, she hastily consented. When I saw the smug smile on Rhea's face, I knew that she'd been reborn too. In our previous lives, she'd rushed to claim Drakon Ragnarok of the prestigious fire dragon clan. I had been forced into a marriage with Flint Greyfang of the wolves and had been exiled to the desolate wetlands.

[Author's Note: The next few chapters contain ex.pli.cit, high-steam light B.D*SM elements, including delayed or.ga.sm (edging), spa.nk*ing, and light bo*ndage. Please, skip if any of these elements might be triggering to you.] SIGRUN If you called me stubborn, you wouldn't be wrong.

For one blinding second she could still feel him thick, hot, buried inside her before the connection severed completely. Ragnar didn’t flinch. He simply stepped back, rolling his shoulders as if shrugging off an unwelcome weight. The glowing bond mark on his shoulder faded to a dull scar. He looked down at her trembling, blood-streaked form for a brief moment, then turned on his heel. He was gone before her screams dissolved into ragged gasps.

I I closed my teeth. Kyle, you better tell me what happened after she got out of this living room yesterday, or what God me help... She he was with me, — broke off with one new voice, — It is my fault. Our heads swiveled towards the door, where Elijah was. I fixed my eyes in him. O what It is The your fault? C to Chapter 8 Vidar I he was The fence in one second in set on fire O world whole. The mate bond was hindering my ability to think clearly; my thoughts revolved around finding Rarity It is Never The to leave outside from the my View.

“I don't think that I've ever heard of this pack.” Riona sighed. “That's because they were annihilated by the tyrant, who now calls himself the Alpha King.” She huffed and shook her head. “Garren lost his wolf while fighting him. Now he trains wolfless rogues on how to defend themselves. You could use his help.”

“I must return to my pack now. I’ve already overstayed, but I’ll be back soon.” She nodded weakly, managing a faint smile. “Before I go, I should tell you… I’m Ashlyn Sauron. You can call me Mother.” Her eyes widened a little, and she nodded again. I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Roselia, I shall take my leave.” “Farewell, my lady. Extend my greetings to the alpha.” “I will,” I said, hugging her gently. “Take care, Mother. I hope to see you soon,” Raven said, her shy smile melting my heart.

My wolf stirred, whimpering softly. "Mate." The word echoed in my mind, and my eyes widened in shock. No. That couldn't be right. The Moon Goddess had already paired me with Roman. She couldn't have made a mistake. But as I looked at Ragnar, as I breathed in his scent of lavender and mint, I knew it was true. This bond, this pull I felt toward him, was stronger than anything I had ever felt with Roman. Ragnar pushed off the desk and took a step toward me. I instinctively backed away, my back hitting the wall.

It was a moment that hinted at the possibility of something deeper, something more profound than they had ever imagined. Ragnar's thoughts were in turmoil as he confronted Gorg through their mind link. He couldn't understand what was happening, why he felt such a strong connection to Aloha, and why he hadn't known she was their mate. The very idea seemed impossible, given the curse that had plagued them for so long—no mates, no love.

Catherine’s eyes met theirs, the intensity of her gaze cold and absolute. “Then swear upon the bond, in the sacred name of the Almighty Fenrir, that should you fail this responsibility, should you abandon this cub or break this vow, you will accept Fenrir's eternal punishment, in whatever form it may take.” “We swear in the name of the Almighty Fenrir,” they replied in unison. Determination was carved into their faces. Nearby, Butler Felix and Captain Kael shared the same solemn resolve, as though bound by the oath themselves. Marquess Maxxwell carefully walked to the center of the altar where Gwyn was peacefully sleeping, unaware of her surroundings. The rising and falling of her small ches