Record Of Ragnarok Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he leaned down and pulled the girl into his arms, shielding her from Ragnar. Ragnar looked one last time at both of them and Celeste before turning to walk away. He knew defeat when it stared him in the face. He would take this but just for now. Soon enough, he would win the next fight. Once he was out, Celeste could finally breathe well. Her lungs expanded to let air back in. She went to the glasses on the table and gulped one down. "That was intense,” she said, shaking her head at what happened. Wulfrick didn't respond, he wasn't there at that moment. This was Ragnar's attempt to get rid of the girl - the more he played, the more the truth revealed himself. His brother was the monster, he

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.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

She is not pack like Finn or Dax, she is not true. My knees buckle. A growl tears out of my chest before I can stop it, low and feral vibrating with threat, gasp ripple through the hall. Someone swears. Someone else says my name sharply, Ronan, maybe but the sound is stretched and it's wavy in my ears. There's a moment where my body stops answering me. Hands curling, claws growing, fangs aching, pressure building behind his eyes. Then , the world is black, as Fenrir wins the fight and gets behind the wheels.

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.

Ragnar’s POV The arrival of Draco's army made me grit my teeth and anger. This was not what I had planned. How did Kaya get her powers back? Why was Lorena here? Did my spell not work? Did her unborn child not die? In the midst of all the grey, brown and black fur, I saw a blur of white running towards me. “Hazel!” I said gritting my teeth and anger. I couldn't stop the spell else I would have to start all over but that little brat was getting on my nerves.

“I am not going to go through all those troubles to just get an i/diot to sit on the throne.” “I won’t be ruling the kingdom, Lennie,” Ragnar said, “I’ve told you from the beginning. After it’s done, I will go back to the human world. I am not staying for anything. I hate it here.” “Not even for your little girlfriend?” Lennie asked. “She’s a wolf too. So I guess you hate her also?” Ragnar pressed his lips. “It’s none of your business,” he said. “And you shouldn’t have dragged her into this. She got hurt because of your engagement. And how could you brand her with a slave mark?!”

“What do we know about Sorava and her new army?@ Ragnar stepped forward pointing at distinct areas on the map we had spread out on the boardroom table. “well we know that she is camping out at the northern reach, which is close to the moon Crimson pack. I am in close contact with their alpha and he is very petrified of her. he said that the men that he sends to spy on her never return, but we know where she is. However, the number of men she has and what exactly she's planning is still unknown to us.” My eyes rolled as I paced the room. “Fucking hell. we should have just killed this damn woman when we had the chance.” Ragnar chuckled beneath his breath. “I can't believe we both fell for her.

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.

"Fel is dead? Derek and his wife escaped? I want you to give me a good excuse about this. Surely this is not what it seems like, right?" Ragnar pushed her hands away from his clothes, coughing from the exertion. Carissa staggered back a little, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Ragnar with blurry eyes. "You said you were going to take care of everything, so how did it come to this?" Carissa screamed and lunged at Ragnar, her body launched over him with a force that took him by surprise. He was momentarily stunned as her weight bore down on him, his back sinking into the soft mattress of the bed.