Record Of Ragnarok Raiden Novels & Stories

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

He smiled. "Wow!! Who changed you? Don't tell me you forgot her name, ``Kalani rolled her eyes. "Piper Aurora Walker" Raiden said, Kalani turned around staring at him as if he suddenly grew horns... Collins stepped on the brakes immediately which made the tires squeak loudly. TBC... Raiden knew 😱😱😱

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

A shadow surged forward, power rolling off it like thunder. Raiden stepped out of the wreckage. Not walking. Stalking. Feral-eyed. Breathing hard. Jaw clenched so tight it looked carved from stone. His aura crackled, dark and furious, making the air vibrate. He wasn’t the silent, controlled king I’d seen before. He looked like a storm given the shape of a man. His gaze locked on me instantly—wild, desperate—then snapped to Liora, blazing with a rage that could melt bone.

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.

He knelt and lowered the tray. Food. Tea. Medicine. I looked at him. He avoided my eyes. Interesting. Not fear. Caution. Respect. I studied him. Lior’s memories were weak where he was concerned. Only fragments. A servant sent from the Iron Fang Empire. Ragnar’s man. Watching. Waiting. I spoke coldly. “You work for Ragnar.” Soren lifted his head slowly. “Yes, Your Highness.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I narrowed my eyes.

He said, I was still confused. “Can you get to the point? I’m freaking out.” I said. “Moriki is back and so is Raiden’s wolf, Raiden is scared that he might kill you as well as a means of vengeance.” He said, I was very confused once again. “Vengeance? What vengeance? What did Raiden do to him?” I asked. “I don’t know, Raiden also does not understand why Moriki is acting that way.” He said, this was all overwhelming.

At the age of twelve, Raiden entered the training ground to become a hunter. He wanted to dedicate his life to protecting everybody in the village. He knew that he was adopted, but he had no recollection of his biological parents. He had witnessed several killings and werewolf attacks at a young age. He aims to completely get rid of the werewolves before he enters into a family affair. He was looking into creating a family with his crush, Harriet. She was an adopted daughter of his mother's sister. They are not blood-related, but they are too close to each other.

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

Of course, only one being gave off such a frosty presence, Ragnar. He was not speaking aloud. He was reaching and testing the link intentionally. For the first time, Lucien went still. “You feel that.” “Yes.” Zenith inhaled softly. “He’s in the network.” Ragnar’s presence brushed against mine. Controlled frost threading through shared flame. His voice did not echo in the air. It resonated within. 'You expand infrastructure. Not conquest.'