Record Of Ragnarok X Reader Novels & Stories

She would respect Maera's decison. “I’m not sure how to explain it." Lillia casually sift through the books. "But it was the second time it’s happened. At first, I felt watched. I felt a heavy presence and an intense animosity. The last time, Regaleon had appeared and I thought it was him I felt again.” When her eyes set on one, she picked it up and held it. It read, “The Art of War: Mastering Complete Connection.” Oh… we are definitely reading this tonight. Fenris spoke softly.

“This is all about the battle that was fought, and I guess I’ll read it in detail later, but I was hoping there was more on the Raven Wolf King. Like, who was he really?” “Why do you want to know about that?” I shrug. “I don’t know. Just curious.” I’m not about to tell him that I seem to have had a vision of him when I tried to commit suicide. I sigh, closing the book and putting it on the table. Raphael’s arms wrap around my waist and pull me into his body. “Stay,” he whispers in my ear and catches my lips with his before I can complain. His lips want to ignite me, skin burning where his hands press, every nerve sparking alive.

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.

Your arms they were full in hair dark, It is all The his form trembled intensely, making it clear that he was close to changing. No, This one no it was O Vidar what I remembered. If your red eyes and gigantic form were indicators... this was the Vidar of my nightmares. “Rarity”, he said he. Your voice it was deep It is rich, but in somehow tense at the same time. “My Rarity.” I couldn't think, speak or react. I was paralyzed with petrified fear. Sweat accumulated on my forehead It is in the clap of my hands. My heart beat accelerated in the chest.

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He called his little sister’s name with confusion as he had never gotten a nosebleed. But before he could get any answers, he fell and passed out on the floor… *** Back in the Wolf Kingdom, Ragnar fell at the same time. Before he passed out, he wanted to tell Elena that it was because of the snow. He wanted to warn her to stay away from the snow, but his strength had been drained out and he lost his connection with Raven. “L…s…snow….” he called her name, reaching out his hand to her, trying to tell her this important information.

She had never felt such pleasure before, and she knew she never. Suddenly, Ragnar felt something wet against his skin. He pulled back, his eyes widening as he saw the blood on his member. The girl was bleeding, her innocence lost in a moment of passion. Ragnar looked down at her, his heart filled with a newfound respect for her. She had given him a gift, and he would never forget it.

Soren sucked in a breath. Ragnar did not move. His gaze sharpened. I met it fully. Unflinching. Unyielding. Something flickered in his eyes. Interest. The pressure vanished. Just like that. The air returned to normal. The soldiers remained frozen. Confused. I exhaled slowly. Ragnar stepped closer. Each step was quiet. Controlled. He stopped in front of me. Close. Too close. His presence swallowed everything. His scent hit me. Dark. Heavy.

Ruby growls. The Winter King laughs softly, crystalline. “she never told you? How predictable.” “Shut up,” Ruby snaps. The Winter King’s eyes stay on me. Only on me. “Liora… you have died once before.” My stomach plummets. Ruby tenses, voice trembling. “Stop…” But the Winter King’s gaze pierces me like a blade of ice. And something inside me cracks. A faint, buried memory stirs,too dark, too tangled to name.

"I know." Reese lifted his leg and knocked my buttocks with his knee. I gave him a pat on the arm for it, but before we could really start fighting - not that we ever did - a man in his early thirties stepped out from between the cubicles and came up to us smiling. He wore glasses and had his hair cut so short that I couldn't tell whether it was dark blonde or brown. He seemed to have a slight posture, which he hunched a little, but wow, the muscles that were visible under his sweater certainly didn't come from chilling on the couch. "Hi." He nodded to me and held out his hand to Reese. "I'm Anton Faust and you have to be Reese Tack, the Venator from the guild in Berlin."