Record Of Ragnarok Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Lana howled in pain, and it jolted down my spine. So Ragnar does love Hannah. I clenched my fists at my sides to endure the pain. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, pretending I didn't care, but deep down I was hurt. “I want you to come in place of Hannah,” his grin widened. Suddenly, I became suspicious of him. Too suspicious. “Although I doubt she realizes Ragnar's feelings for her,” he continued. “No, I'm not doing that. I've already been rejected, my integrity is at stake. I won't humiliate myself further.”

The referee came towards me and took my left hand, holding it up as the winner and I gave the crowd a bloodied smile, my eyes scanning them till they landed on Elias. He shook his head with a small smile and opened his arms as I ran towards him, hugging him. “Good job, kiddo. Undefeated, yet again,” he laughed, ruffling my hair, and I buried my face in his chest, calming myself down from the high I felt from fighting. I'm Rora, the strongest female of the Moonfang pack and I am the error. “Come on, kiddo. You need to wash off.” He pushed me back from him and stared at my form. My hair was sticking out everywhere and my braid was a mess. My clothes were dirty and my boots were stained with mu

"Katrina Grimlore of Shadowfang, my wife," Ragnar's words from a few minutes ago echo in Jarl's head. No! That can't be true. Katrina can't be his wife, this must be some sort of trick they came up with to mess up his life by coming here. "Take your seat at the table, Jarl Fenrisson, now," Ragnar's powerful voice snaps Jarl out of his daze, still trembling.

His fingers traced slowly through her hair, deliberate, tender, as though each touch was meant to strip away the burdens weighing on her soul. Freya closed her eyes, a shudder slipping past her lips. “I don’t know if I’ll make it through this,” she whispered, voice trembling, raw. “What if Skyrana is right? What if history repeats itself? What if I become her?” Ragnar’s hand stilled for only a heartbeat before moving again, smoothing her hair with slow determination. His voice was low, a growl woven with defiance. “Then I will tear history apart with my own hands. You are not her, Freya. And I am not Ranold. Whatever cursed blood runs in my veins, I will rip it out before it touches you.”

"Everyone's dead, and there are only a few people left who remember it... Only two who can go around spreading the information?" He blinked and looked down. He smiled. "You think Selene tried to write her own future in the story of Ragnarok?" I shrugged. "It seems like it. What do you think?" "She's arrogant enough for it... I wonder if she loved Oren then and over the years has grown tired of him..." He tilted his head. "Though, I then have to wonder where the parallels are. Jormangandr and Thor... With Hel as keeper of the dead..." He murmured to himself, and I smiled.

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

“Go on if there's more.” Kai shifted under me, his arm holding me tighter. “There’s more. Rumors have reached me about Ragnar. They say he’s plotting something dark. I don’t have the full details yet because he keeps it to himself. But the pack whispers what he told them. They believe it’s a plan that could change the supernatural world forever. They believe it could make Ragnar the strongest alpha alive.” I moved my head slightly so I could see Kai’s face. “Do you believe them?”

“Caleb pointed out the truth, Ragnar. You are related to Ryker. Everything you have done over time proves that I can't trust you. You've been keeping secrets from the start.” Ragnar’s grip faltered slightly, his expression freezing. “And that's not all,” I pressed on, leaning forward so he could see the absolute disgust in my eyes. “Ryker said it himself last night. He told me that my mate had already betrayed me. He was talking about you, Ragnar.” Ragnar appeared completely stunned, his face turning pale with shock before a mask of pure anger took over.

"Yes, this should be enough." Still confused as to what happened, Fenrir tries to recall the last thing he remembers. 'I was about to kill the demon my black flames. But the next thing I remember was waking up here. Could they have erased my memory?' Fenrir looks over his shoulder and sees Fala sitting by herself looking out into the distance. 'What happened to her? Maybe I should talk to her.' Girod notices Fenrir staring at Fala and tries to distract him. " Now that we have all of the items we need, we just have to wait for them to come into this realm before we attack."

As the crowd repeats the pledge, a rise in power fills the room. “We begin with the Story of Ragnarök. Ragnarök was the war between the Light and Dark shifters. Two groups that came from the original shifters, including the first Arcas, the son of Skuld and Myrkalfr, creators of the shifter race. Arcas was not just the first shifter but the first hybrid elf, giving him incredible powers to control both the Light and Dark Elves and shifters. Shifters of all types populated the 9 Realms. As time went on, as is accustomed, people turn on each other for power and greed. The Dark Shifter Rebellion spread through all Nine Realms, infecting all species with hate and prejudice. The Norns, trying to