Record Of Ragnarok Raiden Novels & Stories

The real Raiden was still in there, clawing his way to the surface every chance he got. I stepped beside him and rested my hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll figure this out.” The words came easily. Believing them… That was another story. Because the truth was, I didn’t have the faintest idea how we were supposed to beat something we didn’t fully understand. Before another thought could settle in my mind… I saw it. Again. The black curse marks crawling along the side of Raiden’s neck shimmered beneath his skin. A slow…. Gentle… Silver pulse. It stayed a little longer this time.

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

James was still speaking when Ragnar abruptly cut him off. "Focus on the road, James. I don't need your theories right now. Find me evidence of who Aloha is working with. I want this evidence to resolve the matter," Ragnar asserted firmly. James knew Ragnar's no-nonsense disposition well. He glanced at Ragnar through the rearview mirror and discreetly took a quick snapshot of his expression. But seeing Ragnar's stern countenance, James kept his mouth shut and continued to drive cautiously.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

For the past five years, he had spent most of his time in Sicut In Caelo and gradually faded from the world’s view, but legends about him were still being told. The moniker of Godkiller was not given to just anyone. Several years prior, Raiden was a formidable man. He made a breakthrough in his training to become a perfect-class master fighter by the age of thirty and overcame all the difficulties in the way by beating quite a few renowned fighters to death. That only came to a stop when he seemingly offended the wrong person and went into hiding. Many assumed he was already dead and did not expect him to emerge again after five years. Moreover, the first thing he did upon returning caused a

"She knows a lot already. I will kill her. You will confirm if she's your mate. I brought the dagger. Once she bleeds to death so quick then she's the wrong one. I want to prove that to you" "But..." The door flung open revealing Mia. She had opened the door, her mistake. Carly thought immediately "Carly?" A hand slightly pushed Mia behind revealing the second person. She was wearing all purple but with a ninja mask. "Hi" She said "Raven!" Luca yelled. He had fought little with her and had known how good she was. "I see the hunt began in a fresh way today. The report I got from my men is that your mimions at the south have been captured. You know I would need more experiments on your kind bu

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?’

Raiden said, “Some overconfident brat. You’re here to kill me, right? Just like how I beheaded Hannibal in the past? Tell me, how do you find this place? What year is it now? Does Wyvern Peak still exist?” Raiden tossed out a series of questions. When he was done, his gaze landed on Gloria who was lying on the ground. There was surprise and puzzlement in his expression. “Gloria? Why is she here?” “You know her?” Adrian asked. Raiden looked toward Adrian and said, “Yes, I know her. She’s one of my subordinates. Tell me, how many years has it been?” Adrian said, “Five years.” “Five…Five years?” Raiden inhaled a deep breath. “I didn’t expect to sleep for five years. Had you two not come and awa

Codename: Raven Queen. Former Asset: Division V. Psych Profile: Cold-empathic. Adaptive strategist. Linguistic mimic. Borderline sociopathy indicators. Control model. Status: Presumed Deceased — 2014. Last Sighting: Oslo, 2015 — operative disavowed. “She’s been off-grid since before Lucien’s fall,” Roman explained. “But she wasn’t hiding. She was building.” Eden flipped through the dossier. Black-and-white photographs showed a woman with pale, calculating eyes, and a near-smile that never quite reached her cheeks. One image had her seated at a conference table with figures in military garb—all blurred except for her.