Record Of Ragnarok Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

GEMMA I furrowed my brows. Right now, it was from one problem to the other. We still needed time to recover from the fight with the Obsidian Wolves and now, this? Who the hell was even Ragnarok? That was the first important question. George left the office, leaving me and Nate alone. "Who exactly is this Ragnarok? And why does he have such a weird name?" I asked. He sighed. "Ragnarok is a barbarian. For centuries, after his pack broke out from our kingdom, they have lived on the outskirts, having no alliances with anyone. They're strong enough on their own." He explained.

Though they had only a handful of conversations, Lazareth found himself thinking of Demelza in the wee morning hours when he should have been fast asleep, her gentle smile pulling him wordlessly towards her. "Lazareth, are you okay?" Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Lazareth walked over to the women, noting that one of them must have muted the caterwauling happening beyond the door as only dull thuds were coming through. "I'm fine; it's Ragnar I'm worried about. He's going to do himself an injury if he doesn't stop throwing himself against the door like that." All went silent then as if Ragnar himself had come to that very conclusion. Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door

“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.

He didn't know what he was up against, but he was sure he would find something and even kill the nasty Strybjorn for a deal! He looked around and tried to make eye contact with the others. There was only one person who smiled at him. Everyone else seemed lost in reality. Ragnar was not surprised. I had a lot to think about. He's been in the news so much it's hard to believe he's only been here a day. In the evening he was interrogated by Ranek. All the information he had given to the Wolf Priest's question was moved to a large leather room in the hall. He was then subjected to a physical examination, which Ranek called the Iron Priest. When things don't go well, Ragnar almost flies into a ra

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.

Tamara had deciphered that much, that the part of the rock was designed to crumble. She had looked up this Surt and figured Norse mythology was the best way to go. He was one of those that were to start the end of the world. After Ragnarok, which what she was seeing made sense in the dreams now, the sea serpent and the woman with the dead. They were all figures in the mythology of Ragnarok, especially the wolf. Him breaking free of his chains would start the end. He would kill Odin and several other gods before dying himself.

“Fine, but if I remember and I’m dead. I will hunt you down and I will haunt you. If I’m alive and we aren’t in a relationship, I’ll hunt you down, and then it will be your turn to haunt me.” “Fine. If this conversation will end. I will accept your terms, love. But we won’t die if I have a say in anything.” “You just got past saying that you can’t change anything. Please make up your mind. Do you have a say in this or not? I can’t believe I’m listening to this.” Ragnar dislikes arguing or needing to deal with his mate. If something happened and her questions were annoying because he didn’t have any explanations for them. Ragnar couldn’t locate the answers if he wanted to or show her how the

I broke free of Jarnja's arms as the summer heat of the yellow rose intensified, my breaths coming hot and heavy at the touch of her lips. The cockerel of Ragnarok, my fetch Gullinkambi, crowed to herald Sunna's bright apex in the sky as noon settled its dry bones across the mountain kingdom of Utgardr.