Record Of Ragnarok Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.”

“I fell in love with the leader as we made these plans, and love changed my perspectives. I grew tired of wanting the throne and decided to settle down. George did not support my union with Ragnar and kept me in my chambers, using a strict tactic on me for the first time. So, I eloped with Ragnar, making the worst decision of my entire life.” “It turns out that Ragnar is working for the Dark Wolf clan, and he wanted to make use of me to get the moonshine pack. I found out too late. After eloping, I was waiting for the perfect life I had always dreamed of, only to start finding the truth about Ragnar's infidelity. He was not as good as he showed me; he has many women. I thought he was differe

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.”

Luca stood back, letting him through, eyes watchful, the tension in the room thick as the wind howled through the cracks in the walls. Ragnar took her hand, his storm calloused fingers wrapping around her smaller, cold ones. The bond flared, the pain she felt slamming into him, making him grit his teeth as tears stung his eyes. “Idiot,” Raven mumbled weakly, her golden eyes fluttering open, locking on his. “You’re late.” Ragnar huffed a broken laugh, brushing damp hair from her face. “Told you I was coming.” Meanwhile outside, Loki mind-linked the warriors, keeping them positioned along the walls, watching the tree line as the scent of rogues thickened again in the rain.

she gave me a sad small smile and I squeezed her hand in return, we continued walking down to the lair. “Ragnar has feelings for me, we've had sex more than once, but he's finding it difficult to commit because he thinks and feels that he'll be cheating on his mate, and he's still hopeful that he might meet her, so therefore hurting me in the process,” her voice cracked and a tear slipped down her eyes, her exterior crumbled and I just had to stop and give her a tight hug, I cannot imagine what she's going through, wanting someone who's fighting his need for you. I couldn't say anything to console her, because I really wouldn't know what to say.

The entrance was tight, but with a few trusts, he was soon able to penetrate. Once it was in, she let out a small yelp. He pushed it in further, and she cried out again all through the movement. He paused, giving her a moment to recollect herself. And then, he started to pound into her, hard and she was a mix of pained yelps and pleasured moans—until a few more thrusts in, when the pleasure replaced the pain and she could barely contain herself to keep mute. However, no matter how hard Ragnar tried to push the thoughts away, he couldn't stop imagining—and wishing—that it was Astrid he was fucking.