Records Of Ragnarok Eve Novels & Stories

And suddenly, the world around her vanished. Flashes of fire. Screams of agony. A shadowed figure standing over her, whispering words she couldn’t understand. A cold voice echoed in her mind—We will rise again. She snapped back into reality, gasping. Luca and Damien were at her side instantly. “Eve—what happened?” Luca asked, gripping her arms. Eve’s hands trembled. “They’re back. And I think… I think they’ve been waiting for me.” Determined to find answers, Eve spent the night pouring through the pack’s archives. She flipped through crumbling scrolls and faded books until she found it—a record of the Forgotten.

Track it. Rival Alphas. Rogue packs. Even humans with the right kind of technology. We were running out of time. I sat at my desk now, the blinds drawn against the fading light, and opened the encrypted drive Elias had brought me from one of our safehouse archives. Inside were sealed records—pack alliances, old war logs, and something we’d been hunting for since the moment I knew her name: Everything we had on Aira Romanis. Her mother. I read through old surveillance reports, clipped articles, preserved photographs.

Krystal POV Back at the TK base, I was cross-legged on the floor, spicy ramen steaming beside me, a tray of mochi and matcha chocolates at arm’s reach. My version of dinner—and war fuel. The screens in front of me flickered with real-time updates, chat logs, and data dumps like digital confetti. “Tomas,” I called through a mouthful of noodles, “tell me you have something good.” Tomas didn’t disappoint. He leaned against the edge of the table, a tablet in hand. “We’ve cracked into a few old school records, private legal files, and some encrypted alumni message boards. It's deeper than just Darren and Jeremy now.”

For the first time, Ronan and Ragnar agreed. “What do we know about Sorava and her new army?@ Ragnar stepped forward pointing at distinct areas on the map we had spread out on the boardroom table. “well we know that she is camping out at the northern reach, which is close to the moon Crimson pack. I am in close contact with their alpha and he is very petrified of her. he said that the men that he sends to spy on her never return, but we know where she is. However, the number of men she has and what exactly she's planning is still unknown to us.”

He was awake, but his skin was a translucent grey, the violet veins beneath his surface flickering like dying embers. "I’m through the main encryption," Case said. His fingers danced across a keyboard that looked like it had been salvaged from a scrap heap. "Julian tried to wipe the servers from the tower, but the backup is sitting right here. It’s a decades-long ledger of every 'Subject' they ever bought." Lydia looked at the names scrolling by. Thousands of women. Most were listed as Deceased or Discontinued. She saw her own name at the very bottom. The entry was marked Omega Phase.

She explains. Excuse me, what the actual fuck. Me, Kyaria Rogers. I am no model, why in the hell would he want me? I am nothing special. Evie continues to tell me about the video shoot and when it is. I still can’t wrap my mind around why he would choose me. I am no model and I have never done anything like that before. Somehow Evie talks me into doing the video. She calls Gabby back to tell her that I will do it. I still haven’t said anything and I am not sure what I would say. What in the hell just happened?

“And they are taking what these people know. They are very likely drawing out the contents of their memories.” “Is that even possible?” asked Azrael. “You and I would need to take a closer look to find out.” “Science later, job now,” said Lucifer. “Do they have some kind of registry? Maybe if they kept records, we can see if those de Jardin spies are in here.” “I will look.” Raijin quickly located the databanks that the terminal was connected to, then had her engines take that over as well. It was moments later that she began to swim through the data itself.

It would take a few hours, but I couldn’t use it as is. I grabbed the financial records of the pack and began reviewing them. The pack had no money coming in, which was a surprise. Often the pack owns a business or something that generates income for food. I called some of the male pack members to the packhouse and asked them if there was a business or anything the pack owned.

"Wait here." Raven waited. The clock ticked. The furnace hummed. A car passed outside, its engine fading into the distance. Yelena returned with a small memory card in her hand. She held it out. Raven took it. "Old records," Yelena said. "Transactions. Account numbers. Names. I do not know if they will help you. I do not know if they will lead to anything. But they are all I have." Raven closed her fingers around the memory card. It was small, plastic, unremarkable. But it felt heavy. Like a weapon.