Record Of Ragnarok Raiden Novels & Stories

Like she has it all wrong and she means something else to him. He kept something on the table in front of him and the motion of his hands broke her out of whatever trance she was in. Her mouth opened slightly at the books he just placed on the table. They didn’t look like the ones she had read though. “Charlotte, these are the records from the King’s castle that contain information about rouges. The King’s Council keeps a record of all werewolves that turned rouges or left the pack. These are records of the identified rouges and lone wolves. I want you to go through these whenever you can.” Azraiel explained.

"Marie and I worked for the cartel together, she wanted out at a point but you know how the cartel works. So in the open blast, I helped out the M&M's and at the same time Marie and I absconded." "She decided to settle down in Wyoming. We haven't contacted each other in years." She shrugged. "You're a true survivor." "Yeah. And one question." She glanced at him and back to the road. "Shoot." "Storm, what's your actual name?" She took him by surprise. He took a moment, licked his lips before raising his eyes to meet her. "Very well Roxy, it's Raiden. Raiden Clyborne. Twin brother to Remiel Clyborne."

"I only said that so I would be granted entrance to see you. I've come to join your pack, Lord Ragnar, if you'll have me." Ragnar glared silently at him for a moment. Then his frown deepened. "You." He said suddenly. "I remember you. You're the mutt from Kieran's pack. The one who was captured with the girl." Julian looked away. He hadn't expected Ragnar to recognize him. "Yes. My name is Julian." Ragnar moved suddenly, his form blurring across the room. He grabbed Julian around the throat and slammed him against the wall. Julian winced, pain exploding behind his head and his back.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

The moon goddess had disguised herself as a human and went by the name Alora. One day, Ragnarok was roaming the central forest as usual when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of distant voices. As he followed the sound, the voice became clearer to his ears. From the conversation he overheard he knew that a girl was being held against her will. He wanted to turn back and mind his business but an unexplained force couldn't let him. He was mesmerised by Alora’s striking beauty. He loved the way her snow-white hair fell from her high ponytail and bounced elegantly on her shoulders. He admired the long loose curls of hair that softened her quiet and delicate oval face.

Nyre said, as he transformed. Raiden squinted when he turned to them, now facing two unfamiliar figures. "Who are you?" Raiden asked, averting his gaze. He assumed they were still the same people. "We're still the same, Raiden Liao. Our hearts are good we're not like others of our kind who are obsessed with power and greed, I won't force you to accept my clan's offer. I've seen your struggles against your enemies, I did my research," Nyre said in a deeper, baritone voice.

Rogues, by their scent packless, desperate, exactly the type Obsidian would recruit. "Well, well," a familiar voice purred from the darkness. "The little hybrid, all alone. How beautiful." Ragnar stepped into view, his black fur pristine, his obsidian eyes glittering with malicious satisfaction. Behind him, a dozen rogues formed a tightening circle. "Ragnar." Marina's mental voice was steady despite her fear. "So you're working with Obsidian openly now. No more pretense of warning us about threats."

Andrew replied flatly, "You talk too much, you monster! I think you should follow Fenrir and meet your end!" Ragnar suddenly flew into a rage, opening his mouth to let out a beast-like roar. Endless savage light shot from his amber eyes. He growled, "I will tear you apart, you lowly insect!" He shot forward, viciously clawing at Andrew. Andrew blocked with his great sword, only to feel primordial power surging toward him. His heart jolted. Indeed, Ragnar was a progenitor of werewolves. The force of this single strike far exceeded anything Othniel, Kaelen, and other powerhouses could compare to.

Now seeing her twin who is falling into the sin and the taboo of its sealed memory, can she save the one she needed to before the time runs out THE MYSTERIES JAIRA REN FERRIER Created by the shard of the original Flame Prince and Holder of the elemental Fire and Zodiac Leo, Raiden, she is a fragment of the heart of the prince that possesses the ability of the healing flame of white. She is the puppeteer, thus is granted the ability of necromancy which she binds with loyalty among the commandments as their commander and task to be the two-faced coin between the ‘YIN AND YANG’. Quiet and often being seen alone, she holds the key of the maiden's past and will lead the maiden into the truth and

This was where I met him—Ragnar, the rogue I’d fed coins and secrets to for years, my shadow, my blade in the dark. I pushed through the creaking door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my heart racing as Ragnar stepped forward, his hulking frame scarred, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Not Darius, the warrior I’d pitched to Marcus, but Ragnar, a rogue so vile even the BloodMoon pack shunned him. He was my secret weapon, loyal only to my gold, my promises. “Veron,” he growled, his voice rough, his claws flexing. “What’s the job?”