Record Of Ragnarok Poseidon Novels & Stories

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.

Minho and LJ moved in front of Javi, as if they could protect their brother from what was already done to him. "Poseidon." Minho snarled, "Let Javier go, now, or your superiors will hear about this." "Which superior? The only superior I recognize is my brother, Zeus, and he was the one who ordered me to assist the demons." Poseidon shrugged, sauntering toward them. He had taken the human form of someone who looked barely fifteen, although the characteristic injury to his left eye was still there. A gift from his brother Zeus, the rumors said. Minho had belatedly noticed Poseidon cradling a dagger in his hand.

That voice. Low, rich, and cold enough to slice flesh. She turned, slowly, knowing what she’d see before she even saw it. There, standing atop a rock, silhouetted against the moon like the harbinger of death, was him. Ragnar. His obsidian armor glinted faintly, wet from the rain, blood smeared on one of his gloves. His eyes glowed golden, a dangerous, hungry light that pierced right through her. He looked like a beast risen from hell.

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.

Looking out over the once blue ocean. The screams and thrashing of the pirates in the water as they were being ripped limb from limb by all manner of sea creatures. I smile as they meet their demise. I chuckle, laying back down when a shadow loomed over me. Opening my eyes, I take in the figure who is shielding me from the bright sun. A man. “Hello Asteria.” I blink as the glare dies and I gasp at the man infront of me. Poseidon. “Poseidon, God of the sea and storms. Thank you for saving me.” I mumble a lone tear leaves my eyes as he chuckles.

Sighing loudly, Rex reached out and grabbed a hold of the red pommel, and after Fafnir released his grip, he took a step back and smiled. ‘Well…nothing…’ Rex began to say, being cut short mid-sentence, his vision going dark. * * * “No! She is mine!” Telagus screamed. “What is he…?” Markus began to ask, but before he could finish his words a dark orb appeared above Rex, swallowing him into it, as it did, the orb started to swirl in a circular motion, turning a deep red after a few seconds. “Whatever happens, do not allow anyone to interfere with this!” Fafnir growled loudly, charging Telagus.

Ragnar's father did not order the barrel ceremony. 0Ragnar opened his mouth. The stranger admitted that he was a supernatural being. None of the Fenris, including the oldest Graybeard, lived more than 35 years. Before singing this death poem, a stranger listened as an old man in the village and said, "I'm glad to see you again." The stranger shook his head and smiled at Ragnar through worried teeth. “I have to get old, I have to talk,” he said. Ragnas said nothing and just stared at the mountains stretching away from him. “For once, back off and tell your father to change course. Go to starboard and follow the embankment. We will reach our destination as soon as possible.” He said it with al

Ragnar communicated with his wolf, his thoughts filled with both yearning and resignation. "Don't dwell on the curse; embrace the change. She seems bolder now," Gorg, his wolf, whispered back, sensing the shift in Aloha that Ragnar himself had noticed. "Follow me," Ragnar muttered, breaking away from his thoughts about Ariel. He turned and began to stride along the familiar path. To his surprise, there was no accompanying movement or change of position. He halted and glanced back, only to find Ariel still standing exactly where she had been before. "Don't you hear me?" Ragnar's voice was tinged with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. Ariel's head snapped up as realization dawned upon her – sh

"No offense, Magnus." "None taken," Magnus dismissed. "Okay, and if I wasn't a healer, your arm would still be in the mouth of that selkie," Ronan shot back. "It wasn't a selkie, it was a kelpie," Ragnar retorted. "You can't pretend like it's unlikely you would stick your arm in a seal's mouth," Fynn chimed in. "It's not a selkie's seal form that I'd be putting my arm in," Ragnar chuckled filthily.

Once he reached this conclusion his heart froze over, and when the eyes of the blue-haired man turned towards his spying eyes Horus’ skill was forcefully cut off. “Argh,” Horus groaned as he was struck by a torrential headache. He was a god! How could his head ache with his willpower and mental capacity?! “You…how…you did you find Poseidon?!” Yes, that god was Poseidon, ruler of the waves and sea and brother of Zeus! The god who had been missing for so long had finally been found! And it seemed that Loki was behind his return! “Loki…what did he do?” Horus asked.