Record Of Ragnarok Mc Novels & Stories

Laughing as hard as he can. ‘Oh shut it. You aren’t much of a smooth talker. “Hi I’m Ragnar, Let me smell your butt and get belly rubs and back scratches from you and live happily ever after.” ‘ I scoffed and chuckled as I made my way to the door of Monica’s new cottage. Ragnar snarled a bit. ‘ Atleast, it would be better than the speech you were going to give. And another thing, have you ever had your belly rubbed or your back scratched. It’s heaven.’ He sneered.

And each rune lighted up one after the other after the drop of the teardrop had passed on it. As he stared in astonishment at the spectacle with a frown, an elderly woman's voice snapped him out of his reverie. — What are you doing on these lands, my boy? Have you lost your way? Ragnar turned back to where the voice astonished him was coming from. He couldn't respond instantly, still being captivated by the spectacle of the teardrop. He turned his head just for the time of a wink and as soon as he realized she was just an old lady, his eyes instinctively returned to the runes he traced, but they had disappeared as if by magic. Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady.

Ember turned to the silver wolf, keeping her posture tense. ‘Who are you? And why did you attack us?’ she asked flatly, her wolf was still itching to sink her fangs into him. He didn’t respond at first, his gaze flickering between them and Kaya. Raphael sneered in warning, his fur bristling. ‘My name is Ragnar,’ he finally said. Even through the link, his voice was deep and husky. ‘How did you leave Thorne’s territory unscathed? And why do you have his scent all over you?’

, Jayce tells her. "Welcome to the winning side, Jayce Blackmist" Ragnar says walking up behind him. *END PREMONITION*

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