Record Of Ragnarok Thor Novels & Stories

Only Romeo sat in his chair, elbows on the table, eyes fixed ahead. “Are the counselors back from Kiev?” I asked, but he did not move, just kept staring forward. “What, are we married now? You giving me the silent treatment?” Still nothing. Then, quietly: “How long has Ragnar been back, Alpha?” I exhaled through my nose. “A few days.” I could almost hear the crackle of thoughts firing in his head, feel the heat rising off him as the truth pieced itself together. Finally, he spoke. “Ragnar and Sorvane chose the same human.”

He didn't know what he was up against, but he was sure he would find something and even kill the nasty Strybjorn for a deal! He looked around and tried to make eye contact with the others. There was only one person who smiled at him. Everyone else seemed lost in reality. Ragnar was not surprised. I had a lot to think about. He's been in the news so much it's hard to believe he's only been here a day. In the evening he was interrogated by Ranek. All the information he had given to the Wolf Priest's question was moved to a large leather room in the hall. He was then subjected to a physical examination, which Ranek called the Iron Priest. When things don't go well, Ragnar almost flies into a ra

Luca stood back, letting him through, eyes watchful, the tension in the room thick as the wind howled through the cracks in the walls. Ragnar took her hand, his storm calloused fingers wrapping around her smaller, cold ones. The bond flared, the pain she felt slamming into him, making him grit his teeth as tears stung his eyes. “Idiot,” Raven mumbled weakly, her golden eyes fluttering open, locking on his. “You’re late.” Ragnar huffed a broken laugh, brushing damp hair from her face. “Told you I was coming.” Meanwhile outside, Loki mind-linked the warriors, keeping them positioned along the walls, watching the tree line as the scent of rogues thickened again in the rain.

Gorg's laughter had ignited an unsettling irritation within him. "You seem to be afraid of the truth?" Gorg asked. "Truth of what?" Ragnar asked angrily. "We are inseparable, Ragnar. I sense every feeling and emotion that courses through you, even when you attempt to feign ignorance," Gorg declared, his words intertwining with Ragnar's thoughts. "I know your deepest fears, but if you wish to pretend otherwise, I shall not object." Ragnar's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as Gorg's words pierced his mind. The presence of his inner demon was a constant reminder of the battles he fought within himself. Just as the tension escalated, a voice from outside the chamber interrupted the mo

“So, if Mr. Thorn had not forced you to leave Mr. Smithe you would still be together now?” “No!” Anger was building inside me. I tried to look back at Nick in the hope just looking at him would calm me but the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. My adrenaline started pumping as I clenched my fists into my lap. “Are you sure because we have testimony from Mr. Smithe’s sister, who I believe was your housemate at the time, that you were happy with Dan until Mr. Thorn forced your hand.” “No, it’s not true!” I looked at Dan and saw a sadistic smile creep onto his face.

Mane wondered, his curiosity getting the better of him. “This war was fought between your predecessor, the 5th Supreme, and the Chaos Beasts which sought to destroy the world. It was in this battle that the world snake fell, and Fenrir disappeared. Sutur was reduced to rocks, and every other being of chaos was trampled. This was the first appearance of Ragnarok.” “Oh?” Mane chuckled, his interest piqued. “What is Ragnarok?” he asked, for this was the first he was hearing of this. “The war of the gods,” Reiki replied simply.

"We are preparing for war. We will need every man, woman, huldre and child at arms - including the Hakkonsdottirs." Heith yawned loudly, then gave a bright laugh. "To think, in all my eighty years, I would see the rooster of Ragnarok. Pah! Tut tut, off to weary bedtime with you both, we need our rest for tomorrow's revelries - at least, these old wicked bones do. I am off to have my sweet mara sing me to sleep!" And with that, Heith hobbled out of the runic room and into the now empty long hall.

"Katrina Grimlore of Shadowfang, my wife," Ragnar's words from a few minutes ago echo in Jarl's head. No! That can't be true. Katrina can't be his wife, this must be some sort of trick they came up with to mess up his life by coming here. "Take your seat at the table, Jarl Fenrisson, now," Ragnar's powerful voice snaps Jarl out of his daze, still trembling.

He recalled the brief meeting he had with Magnus and how he had divulged information about Ragnar's plans with his daughter, also being aware that Magnus was going to wage war against Ragnar because of it. Gasher gave Ragnar's shoulder a slight tap. Ragnar stirred from his slumber as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Gasher, standing beside his bed. Ragnar's vision was slightly blurry, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the chamber. As he blinked a few times to clear his vision, he became more aware of his surroundings and the presence of the diviner. The room was silent except for the sound of h

Her words were cut off when someone suddenly barged into the hall. "Kieran Anubis." A voice boomed out. All heads turned to see who it was, and the look on Kieran's face changed slightly as he watched the visitor walk down the pathway towards the throne. It was Ragnar Thorne, one of the rulers of the realm. Ragnar was a feral, pure blooded demon who was known for his cruelty and arrogance. He ruled the east side realm, and rumour had it that he bedded different women even after finding his mate.