Record Of Ragnarok X Reader Novels & Stories

The painkillers had worn off hours ago, leaving me fully submerged in the raw reality of what ten years of absolute loyalty had earned me. ​The authoritative click of designer heels echoed in the corridor. My bedroom door swung open, followed by a sharp gasp that sucked all the oxygen from the room. ​"Rose!" ​I cracked one eye open. Shrota stood in the doorway, her usually immaculate composure completely shattered. She dropped her oversized tote bag onto the floor, the thud masking the slight tremor in her hands as she rushed toward the bed. ​"How can Saga be so cruel to you?" Shrota’s voice broke, her eyes tracing the blood-soaked bandages sticking to my skin. "He actually ordered this? He

He stood near the balcony doors, a glass of dark red wine in his hand, his expression relaxed as he observed the gathering wolves. But his attention was elsewhere. Down the hallway. He had seen them leave together. Seen the realization dawning in Aldric’s eyes. A slow smile curved his lips. So. They were finally starting to understand. That was sooner than he expected. But not unwelcome. In fact… It made things far more interesting. Rafael lifted the glass to his lips, savoring the rich metallic taste of the wine as his thoughts drifted toward the future. Toward Regina. And the power sleeping quietly in her blood.

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.

My name cracked on his lips, filled with so much torment, so much longing. I pressed my forehead to his, tightening my grip. "I’m here. Always." Then, as if those words were the final key, the final tether he needed— The shadows snapped. A violent shockwave blasted outward from his chest, tearing through the battlefield, dispelling the cursed mist. The darkness that had clung to him so desperately shrieked as it fractured, the black tendrils unraveling, burning as if exposed to the sun. Ragnor gasped, his body convulsing one last time before—

An inexplicable rage rose in me. "Those are my gold earrings!" Adele snickered and rolled her eyes at me. "No. It's mine! Besides, it has my name on it." She took off the earring to see her name engraved on it. Jonah was looking rather sheepish. I was dumbstruck. Adele whispered in Jonah's ear, "Did you hear what I just said?" Jonah looked a little troubled. "My brother just died. It's not the right time!"

“But not the main one. I’m talking about the private one between the major players” A small chuckle slips past my lips. Then another. And another. Sakura and Rei watch me warily as I break out into full-blown laughter. I must look manic to them. This snake. This damned snake wants me, Hagakure Sorahiko, a low-class omega— a nobody— to attend a meeting for the upper echelon of Rohai Corp. Me? Ah. The longer I live, the more I experience. The laughter fades away, leaving an awkward silence. “You. Are you crazy?”. Rei moves to speak. I cut her off without any hesitation. “No. You’re definitely insane. You’re out of your bloody mind”.

The edges of the mask looked as though they were stitched or welded into the flesh of a ghostly white, glabrous head. The cloaked servants ceased chanting at once, and Nowk stared down at the silhouetted visitor and answered, “Ragnarok!” “Fear the Darkness, my children, as you would fear the siren’s tongue, for it will seek to poison your mind and blind you with false treasures, and not even my blessed Light can bear you hence.” -The Gospel of Glimmra

“I have this secretary once who believes in astrology and kept spewing those things. I wouldn’t have been interested except I often remember whatever I hear. And, of course, it’s strange. I always remember everything I read or hear about magic, or witchcraft, tarot, astrology… anything strange and weird to anyone else but me.” One eyebrow sexily twitches up her intelligent forehead. “Chiara… twin flames supposedly quarrel a lot. So it must not be true, because as far as I can tell… I don’t want any quarrels with you.” “Considering you’re someone who can produce natural disasters when stressed, I wouldn’t want that, either.” I lose my smile. “I really don’t want to create any more storms. Thi

The little infant moved and suddenly opened her eyes but they didn't have their normal color this time, they were sky blue. “I guess she's happy." Cecilia chuckled as she carried the baby in her arms. “Queen Margery a witch and king Arthur a hybrid. We must keep her identity a secret if we want to protect her from Sheila.” Cecilia said this with a warning gaze and Elsa nodded immediately. “Which means you can never leave this forest... alive.” She added, and Elsa's eyes widened in shock but before she could do anything, three white wolves pounced on her, biting every part of her body while she screamed in agony.

I furrowed my brow as I tried to work out if it was a figment of my imagination or did the Archangels just answer my calls for help? I decided to go along with my insanity, normal logic doesn't seem to exist in my life anymore anyway. I mean I spent a holiday on the moon with the mother of all werewolves and vampires for Christ's sake, all I needed now was Santa coming down my chimney and the Easter bunny hopping around outside, and I'll be all set to permanently live in a looney bin. A straight jacket, a padded cell, the lot. I didn't exactly know what to say or do, but I went for it anyway, “Mason Hart. I, Freya Rose, accept you as my Fennid,” I whispered into his ear, then sat back slight