Records Of Ragnarok Hades Novels & Stories

They collided—brutally, fists, claws, and snarls. Rowan was strong, but Ragnar had lost every sense of reasoning. “What are you doing?! This was the plan all along!” Rowan barked, his voice shaking with rage. “You knew we had to do this!” he added as though he was trying to justify the situation. But Ragnar wasn’t listening. His rage pulsed through me like a second heartbeat, and as the rain slid through his furs, his brain steamed hotter. All I could think of was death. I needed to purge them all… send them to Freya as an offering for Nyx.

Prince’s voice stopped them… Then he walked over to a table and threw a bag of coins from it. It landed on the floor in front of them.. Ragnar first moved to it, opening it and his eyes widening. Gold… a full bag of gold. “One for each of you.. and do we have a deal..” “Hell yes!” Ragnar roared. The others nodded too, some saying yes… “Good.” “Now it’s quite a simple task…I need you.. …to kill a girl named Serena..”

"I know you can. But their Alpha, Ragnar, is... complicated. He's ruled for thirty years, and he's seen every political maneuver in the book. He'll test you, probe for weaknesses. Not to undermine you—just to see what you're made of." Natasha filed that information away, already calculating approaches. "And his pack? His inner circle?" "He has two betas—his daughter Freya and a warrior named Torin. Freya handles most of their diplomatic relations. She's sharp, calculating. Torin is the military mind." Damien's hand stilled briefly against her back. "There's also his grandson, Bjorn. Heir apparent, but there's tension there. Ragnar hasn't officially named him successor." "Political instabilit

And now he was there, where he could be with his brother and his father. The voice recorder had recorded the entire conversation Levi and Rose had had with April, where she confessed everything she knew, everything she did, and all the things that led her to where she was. Rose and Levi could see that it was late for Levi to make her heart fall in love with him. Levi understood that April was totally in love with Lucian Sadharthe, the Son of Hades, the man they’d been looking for during the last two years.

"Right now, we need those names. Before Obsidian's spies realize he escaped and move up their timeline." Ragnar's eyes opened. "Three names. Remember them. Trust no one else." And he began to speak.

I say, telling him just small bits of the gods. “That is a lot of gods.” He says, and I nod my head. “So you are named after one of them?” He asks. “Yes. I am.” I say and smile. “Do every one of your people value wolves?” He asks. “Most fear them because of an old prophecy, that the wolf Fenris one day will kill Odin and start Ragnarok,” I tell him. “Ragnarok?” He asks and sounds interested. “Everything will be dark, cold, full of ice and snow.” I tell him and he looks at me.

Andrew did not answer but asked back, "Which werewolf progenitor are you?" Ragnar smiled grimly. "The Third Progenitor, Lord Ragnar Marrock. Now that you know my esteemed name, get on your knees and let me drain your brain and rip out your spine. Don't worry. I won't tear you apart directly. I'll transform you into one of my servants, making you an undead for eternity to serve me!" Andrew replied flatly, "You talk too much, you monster! I think you should follow Fenrir and meet your end!"

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.

Ember turned to the silver wolf, keeping her posture tense. ‘Who are you? And why did you attack us?’ she asked flatly, her wolf was still itching to sink her fangs into him. He didn’t respond at first, his gaze flickering between them and Kaya. Raphael sneered in warning, his fur bristling. ‘My name is Ragnar,’ he finally said. Even through the link, his voice was deep and husky. ‘How did you leave Thorne’s territory unscathed? And why do you have his scent all over you?’