Record Of Ragnarok Wiki Novels & Stories

GEMMA I furrowed my brows. Right now, it was from one problem to the other. We still needed time to recover from the fight with the Obsidian Wolves and now, this? Who the hell was even Ragnarok? That was the first important question. George left the office, leaving me and Nate alone. "Who exactly is this Ragnarok? And why does he have such a weird name?" I asked. He sighed. "Ragnarok is a barbarian. For centuries, after his pack broke out from our kingdom, they have lived on the outskirts, having no alliances with anyone. They're strong enough on their own." He explained.

“After the gods fall and the earth is submerged in water, life begins again. Two humans survive Ragnarök: Lifthrasir and Lif.” “How do they survive the end of the world,” I ask, silently tacking on and who would want to? “They hide. They run away to the woods and hide until everything is over,” Tara says with a shrug. “And when they come out, they repopulate the world.” “That would be dominion over death, wouldn’t it?” Owen suggests. “Rebuilding anew on top of that destruction?” “Are the thralls acting out Ragnarök, then?” Hannah wonders aloud, tapping her lips with the capped end of her marker.

"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.

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.

Leo chuckled at me I again got lost in my phone while we drove. I was searching g****e for things about Fenris or should I say Fenrir. All the searches and results said he’s bound until Ragnarok. Which to me made no sense since he was quite literally here on earth, the fact that all of these people or should I say Gods were alive and among us made me shiver and goosebumps appear on my arms.

Ragnar commanded, his urgency palpable as James rushed out of the chamber, trying to catch his breath. As James departed, Ragnar found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. He felt torn between his desire for Aloha's return and the fear that his inner demons might consume him. He turned to Gorg, seeking answers and solace from his wolf. "Gorg, what is happening to me? Don't tell me I just wanted to kill my Beta because of a mere slave," Ragnar questioned, frustration and confusion evident in his voice. "The more you try to resist her, the more our demons are captivated by her alluring scent. They long to be close to her," Gorg replied angrily, his own resentment towards Aloha leaving

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.

It felt more powerful, and the sensation scared me. I got up and walked the quiet dark halls to my office. “Hati,” I said the name to myself as I sat down and opened the laptop. The different pages available all basically said the same thing. Sköll and Hati were the wolf children of Fenrir, chasing the sun and moon, which they would devour during Ragnarök, the end of days, the end of the world. Why was Hati coming for my son? Didn’t Ragnarök already happen? If I had more information at my disposal, I might have asked the goddess different questions. She summoned me, I had no idea how to go back to where I was and something told me not to try.

Tamara had deciphered that much, that the part of the rock was designed to crumble. She had looked up this Surt and figured Norse mythology was the best way to go. He was one of those that were to start the end of the world. After Ragnarok, which what she was seeing made sense in the dreams now, the sea serpent and the woman with the dead. They were all figures in the mythology of Ragnarok, especially the wolf. Him breaking free of his chains would start the end. He would kill Odin and several other gods before dying himself.

"This one, yes. But so much of humanity's understanding of the supernatural is misremembered bits and pieces from the time when we lived in something like harmony... The time before the Moon Wars." I hummed. "You think you'll figure something based on how it was remembered?" "Basically. It's a shot in the dark, but I have to start somewhere." "That sounds fascinating. What myth are you reading about right now?" "I'm researching the story of Ragnarok, specifically Fenrir's role in it," he explained. "It's a captivating tale, a significant event in Norse mythology." "Why?" He smiled. "My ancestor, the first black wolf we know of, was named Fenris. It's an alternative name to Fenrir, a premier