Record Of Ragnarok X Reader Novels & Stories

A Month Later... VALERIE I woke, tangled against warm skin and knotted sheets. My cheek pressed against the solid heat of Xavier’s chest. His arm wrapped lazily around my waist, his breath ruffling my hair. A month had passed since the North Archipelagos—since Calista and the fire that burned her body to ash. I wasn’t sure how we made it out in time. Lucas’s hellfire was an elemental wrath I’d never seen the likes of. It consumed everything, eating away at crates and cloth and even ice. It seemed like nothing would stop it.

"During one of my rages, I all but killed Laryn's bride. I burned her with my fire and her flesh melted to her bones. The pain I caused her and Laryn cannot be denied. When I tell you to get away from me because I'm going into a rage I mean it." His story stuns me. I have trouble believing he would harm a woman. I don't feel threatened by him in the least. "You said all but killed her." "Bastian came to earth's realm months ago and told me Roxanne, the bride I burned, has transcended to dragon. That's impossible for you. I am dangerous and out of control in a rage. You cannot trust me at those times. Please promise you will leave when I say." I can't accept this. "And did you lose Calista sh

Ingvar answers, pulling open a velcro pocket and takes out two pictures, handing them to Raven. “They’re beautiful; this is my daughter Roan and her twin brother Gunnar, they will be the future Alphas of the packs we left to take our places as Kings and Queen. Ryder has my stepson and nephew Aiden, and beside me Eya is holding my niece Anarchy.” Raven looks closely at the pictures before showing me. I smile, seeing two beautiful blonde girls, one of them looks very much like Ingvar, while the other looks like her mother, who is also in the picture.

I wanted her. Ragnar came to a sudden stop, his eyes locking on Soren, my beta. Soren’s face was flushed, sweat glistening as he ran toward us, panic written all over him. Ragnar shifted into me immediately. Soren dropped onto his knees in front of me, trying to catch his breath. “Someone better be dying,” Ragnar growled angrily in my head. “Speak!” I ordered impatiently as I wanted to return to Nyx. “Your…your highness…” he continued, breath stuck in his throat.

Ragnar’s POV The arrival of Draco's army made me grit my teeth and anger. This was not what I had planned. How did Kaya get her powers back? Why was Lorena here? Did my spell not work? Did her unborn child not die? In the midst of all the grey, brown and black fur, I saw a blur of white running towards me. “Hazel!” I said gritting my teeth and anger. I couldn't stop the spell else I would have to start all over but that little brat was getting on my nerves.

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

However she recognized a name that was written in an arch across the top. The first one she read said Fenrisúlfr then Vánagandr, before Hróðvitnir. All names she’d seen in the research that she did. One phrase she picked out as well had a name in it. Stating that here within lay Fenrir, bound by glipenir and with blade and chain he would be held until Ragnarok. She was surprised she read it so well, like it clicked in her brain. Like she could always read it. Maybe that should have been a red flag to her, but she felt kind of excited and started to walk around the thing. That scientific geek part of her driving her onward.

And each rune lighted up one after the other after the drop of the teardrop had passed on it. As he stared in astonishment at the spectacle with a frown, an elderly woman's voice snapped him out of his reverie. — What are you doing on these lands, my boy? Have you lost your way? Ragnar turned back to where the voice astonished him was coming from. He couldn't respond instantly, still being captivated by the spectacle of the teardrop. He turned his head just for the time of a wink and as soon as he realized she was just an old lady, his eyes instinctively returned to the runes he traced, but they had disappeared as if by magic. Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady.

Just as Ragnar was about to uncover the wound I had gotten from saving his life, Nina suddenly shrieked, “Ragny, look! There’s dark magic residue on this lock!” Ragnar dropped me immediately and rushed to her side. I could not help but laugh bitterly. Even in death, I still meant less than Nina. One word from her and she had his full attention. Ragnar examined the lock and instantly confirmed it had traces of dark magic. He suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed so hard his eyes teared up. As he was standing right next to a corpse, his laughter felt eerie. He almost looked insane. The Beta could not help but try to comfort him, saying, “Alpha, please accept my condolences.”

“Malakai.” I froze. Slowly, I turned back. His eyes pinned me in place. “There is nothing to think about,” Ragnar said. His voice was low, heavy, final. “I have made my decision.” I licked my lips, trying to hide the tension in my jaw. “And what decision is that?”