Record Of Ragnarok Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Tears well in my eyes as I look back over the wonderful memories of my mates before this shitstorm happened. “Hey, look at me.” I meet his gaze as tears shimmer in his eyes at my words. My emotions become his and vice versa. “We will get through this, I promise. We will be reunited with our pups after this. Ok, in the morning we can’t look at Fenrir as our mate. Right now, he is the enemy and we must defeat him.” He says and I bite my lip but nod my head at his words. He and I both know it’s pointless. Fenrir isn’t Fenrir anymore, he is the evil, war mongering Harbinger of Death. But something tells me our Fenrir is still in there somewhere deep within him. He wouldn’t do this. He just would

It felt more powerful, and the sensation scared me. I got up and walked the quiet dark halls to my office. “Hati,” I said the name to myself as I sat down and opened the laptop. The different pages available all basically said the same thing. Sköll and Hati were the wolf children of Fenrir, chasing the sun and moon, which they would devour during Ragnarök, the end of days, the end of the world. Why was Hati coming for my son? Didn’t Ragnarök already happen? If I had more information at my disposal, I might have asked the goddess different questions. She summoned me, I had no idea how to go back to where I was and something told me not to try.

RAGNAR EITHER dozed off or was feigning sleep as Sophie sat there, wide-eyed, watching him. Realizing there was no point in figuring out whether he was asleep or not, she stood up slowly, put on her boots, and turned to walk out. "Where are you going?" he suddenly spoke before she had a chance to reach the door. "Out of here," she replied, ignoring him as she walked out. Ragnar groaned as he forced himself to stand up before following her. "Out where?" he called after her.

Ragnar commanded, his urgency palpable as James rushed out of the chamber, trying to catch his breath. As James departed, Ragnar found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. He felt torn between his desire for Aloha's return and the fear that his inner demons might consume him. He turned to Gorg, seeking answers and solace from his wolf. "Gorg, what is happening to me? Don't tell me I just wanted to kill my Beta because of a mere slave," Ragnar questioned, frustration and confusion evident in his voice. "The more you try to resist her, the more our demons are captivated by her alluring scent. They long to be close to her," Gorg replied angrily, his own resentment towards Aloha leaving

After muttering to herself for a moment, she spoke again. “However, I heard from Finn that Ragnar had once fallen in love with a girl and wanted to marry her. However, later on, after that girl heard of those rumors about the Nightfang’s family, she bailed on him and left. Because of that, he suffered a huge blow and accepted his mother’s arrangements to marry strangers again and again. My cousin really is quite pitiful.” I was a little surprised. It was my first time knowing more about Ragnar from someone else. “That girl you mentioned— is she like drop-dead gorgeous?” I asked curiously. “A girl who could make an icy man like him fall in love with her should look unreal, right?”

“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?!”

She was just a child and she was doing so much for us. I looked at Lorena and she was fighting with so much furry in her heart. I had never seen her so angry and I looked at her in awe. She was truly deserving to be the mate of the Beta. “You coward! Fight me! Be a hero and die by hand!” Ragnar had managed to get to his feet but his body was terribly wounded. Blood was gushing out from his wounds and soaking his fur. “You know that your end is near. Call off your armies and send this monster back and we might consider sparing you.”

Only Romeo sat in his chair, elbows on the table, eyes fixed ahead. “Are the counselors back from Kiev?” I asked, but he did not move, just kept staring forward. “What, are we married now? You giving me the silent treatment?” Still nothing. Then, quietly: “How long has Ragnar been back, Alpha?” I exhaled through my nose. “A few days.” I could almost hear the crackle of thoughts firing in his head, feel the heat rising off him as the truth pieced itself together. Finally, he spoke. “Ragnar and Sorvane chose the same human.”

Just as Ragnar was about to uncover the wound I had gotten from saving his life, Nina suddenly shrieked, “Ragny, look! There’s dark magic residue on this lock!” Ragnar dropped me immediately and rushed to her side. I could not help but laugh bitterly. Even in death, I still meant less than Nina. One word from her and she had his full attention. Ragnar examined the lock and instantly confirmed it had traces of dark magic. He suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed so hard his eyes teared up. As he was standing right next to a corpse, his laughter felt eerie. He almost looked insane. The Beta could not help but try to comfort him, saying, “Alpha, please accept my condolences.”

CHAPTER SIX Ragnar paced about angrily in his room. Why on earth was the mate bond not severed? The gods were playing games with him. He didn't want to be Astrid's mate, end of discussion. Would his wife in her grave be happy if he mates with their sworn enemy, the woman that killed her? Or was this some sort of punishment for killing off the rogues? Well, he had no regrets. The rogues were a group of rebellious people who opposed his leadership.