Record Of Ragnarok Wiki Novels & Stories

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.

She had gifts. However, as she grew, she learnt to fight she became a fierce shield maiden. However, she knew she had darkness in her, but she never gave in to it. I watched as she grew. Others feared her for her connection to the God of Hell, me. We came up with the pagan story of the wolf of Hell in order to stop the human world from taking a turn for the worst. Ragnarök, as it is known, and so it worked. The pagan’s wouldn’t favour war if their omens called for defeat. I would watch as she healed wounded men and women in the shield wall and even wounded animals.

she said. “What sins?” I asked keeping the distance between us. “In the great hall of Odin I was burned three times and his spear missed my heart so I was reborn as this. I have waited many years for my revenge and you will suffer as I did.” She glared at me. “Gullveig,” I said as Blaise said the name in my head. “I have created my own army and they will wreak havoc on Midgard until my lust for blood is satiated,” she said and lifted her arms.

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."

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

As always, she was absolutely savage with her attacks, and tore the man to pieces. The wolf made sure to eat at least some part of her kills, even if said part was encased in titanium armor. Once ze was satisfied, Lucifer walked up to the main terminal, plopped down on the terminal’s seat, cracked hir bloody knuckles, then dug into the code. “There’s also the wolf Fenrir,” Lucifer continued, even as ze opened up a secure communications line. “Who, according to myth, will one day devour the sun at the time of Ragnarok and kill Odin, the god-king.”

I couldn’t tell if he was reading my outermost thoughts, my emotions, or trying to appeal to my sense of responsibility, but I recited nursery rhymes over and over to create a barrier in my mind. “Cathwulf,” he said with a tight smile. “You’re not like the other residents of the Punishment Pits. Why would you ally with a supernatural criminal destined to destroy the world?” “You’re bluffing,” I said. Hades brought his glass to his lips and took a long sip of his drink. “Queen Hel once testified that Fenrisúlfr and his father brought about Ragnarök. Don’t corrupt your soul out of a futile sense of wolf loyalty.”

And besides, there hadn’t been time. “Do you know how many gods died in Ragnarök? One hundred and thirty million. Of those, fewer than seven thousand were reborn. And you—you are one of the twelve chief gods among those six thousand. Regardless of whether your power has returned, treating yourself like this—working yourself to death—amounts to nothing.”

I say, telling him just small bits of the gods. “That is a lot of gods.” He says, and I nod my head. “So you are named after one of them?” He asks. “Yes. I am.” I say and smile. “Do every one of your people value wolves?” He asks. “Most fear them because of an old prophecy, that the wolf Fenris one day will kill Odin and start Ragnarok,” I tell him. “Ragnarok?” He asks and sounds interested. “Everything will be dark, cold, full of ice and snow.” I tell him and he looks at me.

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??