Record Of Ragnarok Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Someone who had already been in this room tonight and left his shadow behind. Viktor raised the strap again for the camera, and now it was my turn to make it feel real. Crack! This landed real on my back, I screamed louder now; hot tears rolled down my cheeks. The red light blinked once and went dark. Recording stopped. Viktor dropped the strap immediately, fell on his knees, forehead pressed to mine. His big hands cupped my face, rough thumbs wiping the tears away. For one stolen second, the room disappeared. His lips crashed over mine, deep and desperate. The kiss tasted like salt, leather and shame all at once. He opened my buttons; his mouth found my nipples at once.

Ragnar spat in a rugged voice as he lowered his head and massaged his temple with his right hand while his eyes remained closed. "Fate played such a cruel trick on us. It's all messed up. My past lover and your past lover are bound together in a marriage which none of them is happy with." Fiona said and walked further, putting her hands on the table she bent down and leaned forward. "We got them together so we can mess up with them but they ended up getting married. But in the end...." Fiona trailed off for a second before muttering in a low whisper. "nothing much changed." Her eyes which were fixed on the papers on the table traveled up to Ragnar.

“It's okay, Octavio, don't worry, I'll talk to her. Tomorrow morning I'll be back to Tierra de Pinares” After the call is cut off, Ragnar calls the mansion to ask about his wife, but one of the maids informs him that she hasn't arrived. He knows that the time has come to talk to her about the evidence he obtained against her ex-partner, his own sister, and the man who claimed to be her father. He doesn't know how she will take the fact that that man is not really her father and about her true lycantel origin, but it's a truth she must face sooner or later.

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.

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.”

At the center Saga Ronway stood tall. Right beside him, clinging to his arm like a delicate bird was Sapphire. ​Saga’s head snapped toward the staircase the moment our boots hit the floor. ​"Rose!" Saga’s voice boomed across the foyer. He took a heavy step ignoring the handguns Victor’s men had trained on his chest. "Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? I tore the entire road apart looking for you! And whole damn night interrogating cartel rats just to find out where that van took you!"

All of a sudden everything was silent almost as tho the world had stopped Ragnar dropped to his knees, a scream tearing from his throat as pain like fire and lightning ripped through his side. Kael caught him, eyes wide. “Ragnar!” Ragnar’s eyes glowed gray, the bond screaming inside him, a single word echoing: Raven. Raven was lying on the grass screaming in pain, clutching her torn side, blood streaming through her fingers. Loki and Luca dropped beside her. Raven’s vision blurred as she forced herself to her knees, eyes locking on the rogue who had almost killed her satisfied that she managed to kill him.

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.