Record Of Ragnarok Mc Novels & Stories

But somehow from nowhere there was suddenly a surge of doubt. There was something wrong. Something she hadn’t thought about before. Something that had never ever made any sense to her. Manhor De Luca. That name played in her head like it she was trying to memorize it. She knew this was insane but, Manhor De Luca shouldn’t have been this easy to find. She leaned forward slightly, her chest tightening as a strange knowing crawled up the back of her brain. She didn’t want to believe what was forming in her head. But it was there.

The last thing I needed was to end up like the slave he’d thrown through a glass window earlier, just because they’d displeased him. “Anyway, let’s change the subject,” he said suddenly. “Do you know my name yet?” “Yes. I believe… you’re Ragnar,” I replied formally, forcing myself to stay composed even though every instinct in me was screaming to keep my distance. He laughed. “You’re right. I thought for a moment you didn’t know who I was. I’m the third among my half brothers… I’m an Alpha too, since I’m a son of the Alpha Lord, the old man Rodolfo. He was quite famous especially to women which is why he had four different mates. I guess I inherited that trait from him… because I’ve had seve

she left immediately, shutting the door behind her. Ragnar felt a headache beginning to form in his head. So many thoughts ran through his mind, he needed to do something about all of this but he didn't know what. He had to find a way to solve all the issues as they piled themselves up. From afar, he watched the storm slowly rise. The chance would appear soon. The red moon would rise and the monster would reveal itself. He had already started the process, soon Wulfrick wouldn't be able to control himself anymore and Celeste would see the truth.

Her eyes showed her curiosity. “No, Charles is…. well….he doesn’t play by the rules and he is okay with others dying as long as he feels on top. But don’t worry Derrick, and I will never let anything happen to you.” There was a knock at our door. I knew it was Ryan, the Beta of the pack, coming to tell me it was time to train. I answered the door, and sure enough, Ryan walked in, “Hello Owen; Mel, I am glad to see you are doing well. Owen, it is time to train; there are more warriors from the other packs here to spar”.

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”

He really, really wanted to get back to his normal, plain, even boring, but happy life, with Elena, of course. “Let’s pick a ring with a really big diamond before we break the news to her,” he said to his wolf, “There will be a hell lot of work to build a new kingdom.” Right after he said that word, he heard Cory’s wolf shouting at him, “Watch out!” Before Ragnar realized what was happening, he saw Cory’s wolf charging towards him like a shooting cannonball. Ragnar knew Cory wasn’t aiming to kill him. He didn’t feel any killing intention. While he was still wondering how Cory suddenly got the strength to reach that speed, he was knocked off the table he was on and then heard a gut-wrenching

I tried to distract myself from it, but it stayed there no matter how hard I tried. I climbed up the podium to address the pack members who had already gathered at Andrian’s call. “Dear honored members of the Midnight Mirage pack,” I paused as the thought of sterling stone still crept up on my mind. It felt like a persistent itch that I couldn't scratch away. “Healer Ragnar will be hanged for being a traitor,” I shouted after I explained what he had done to them. The expression on their faces was that of disappointment, and some was that of concern.

he called, "The settlement is under attack. We've been invaded. The troops have gone upfront to the heat of the battle, but we need you and Huncho there as well because he is—” A loud and guttural growl reverberated through the air, interrupting U.T. It was a sound Astrid knew all too well—the unmistakable roar of a powerful lycan. Only one person was capable of such destruction. Her fists clenched at her sides, "He is here," she declared, her voice low, "Ragnar is here.” -:- The sound of wolf-skin being teared apart filled the air once more. That was it. Ragnar had killed another one.

Alejandro said, voice low and edged with flame. The rogue warrior held Alejandro’s gaze without flinching. “My name is Ragnar Frostbane,” he said. His voice was deep, grinding like gravel under glacier ice. “I come because the Crownless Wolf has risen… and because the Netherborn now hunt the Healer.” Every muscle in my body tightened. Ragnar continued, “I offer allegiance.” A pause. “And an oath of protection.” The room erupted in whispers. Esme gasped. Selene nearly dropped her crystal bowl. Valerius muttered under his breath, “By the Ancients…”

“Malakai.” I froze. Slowly, I turned back. His eyes pinned me in place. “There is nothing to think about,” Ragnar said. His voice was low, heavy, final. “I have made my decision.” I licked my lips, trying to hide the tension in my jaw. “And what decision is that?”