Records Of Ragnarok Novels & Stories

He knelt and lowered the tray. Food. Tea. Medicine. I looked at him. He avoided my eyes. Interesting. Not fear. Caution. Respect. I studied him. Lior’s memories were weak where he was concerned. Only fragments. A servant sent from the Iron Fang Empire. Ragnar’s man. Watching. Waiting. I spoke coldly. “You work for Ragnar.” Soren lifted his head slowly. “Yes, Your Highness.” His voice was calm. Too calm. I narrowed my eyes.

Ragnar hearing that he was in the room with Loki and Amasteus, when they called regarding the unresolved investigation, as well as numerous life insurance claims. - Nobody would give my money for a murder case. - Loki said. - They called me to help anyway. Ragnar said. - Werewolves with life insurance. – They did. Due to the growing number of life insurance claims, with the deaths of each of the victims, which were discovered, after a space of a week from one to another of their disappearances.

“Calista was supposed to marry him, but she got burned and disfigured in a fire, so now she can’t. Lola, you can help your sister and marry him in her place. Plus, you never leave the house, and no one knows you exist. You look just like your sister, so no one will notice the difference.” My face must have looked like a jigsaw puzzle at that moment. Just because I preferred staying indoors didn’t mean I was oblivious to the world or hadn’t heard the whispers about Ragnar. Sure, he was set to be the next leader of the Livingston army, but he was also grappling with a life-threatening disease that would cut his time short before he hit thirty, as predicted by the witches. And that wasn’t even

"This one, yes. But so much of humanity's understanding of the supernatural is misremembered bits and pieces from the time when we lived in something like harmony... The time before the Moon Wars." I hummed. "You think you'll figure something based on how it was remembered?" "Basically. It's a shot in the dark, but I have to start somewhere." "That sounds fascinating. What myth are you reading about right now?" "I'm researching the story of Ragnarok, specifically Fenrir's role in it," he explained. "It's a captivating tale, a significant event in Norse mythology." "Why?" He smiled. "My ancestor, the first black wolf we know of, was named Fenris. It's an alternative name to Fenrir, a premier

The thralls want to exterminate werewolves? “That doesn’t make any sense. They need us—” “Needed us.” Tara stresses the past tense. “They have all the arcane knowledge they need now, except for one thing.” “Dominion over life and death.” Nathan stands and paces the length of the room. The earlier sense of proactive hope sucks from the room. “They basically forced you two to breed,” Hannah says. “Dominion over life.” “There’s more.” Tara steers us back toward her research. “After the gods fall and the earth is submerged in water, life begins again. Two humans survive Ragnarök: Lifthrasir and Lif.”

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!"

The moon goddess had disguised herself as a human and went by the name Alora. One day, Ragnarok was roaming the central forest as usual when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of distant voices. As he followed the sound, the voice became clearer to his ears. From the conversation he overheard he knew that a girl was being held against her will. He wanted to turn back and mind his business but an unexplained force couldn't let him. He was mesmerised by Alora’s striking beauty. He loved the way her snow-white hair fell from her high ponytail and bounced elegantly on her shoulders. He admired the long loose curls of hair that softened her quiet and delicate oval face.

"Yes, this should be enough." Still confused as to what happened, Fenrir tries to recall the last thing he remembers. 'I was about to kill the demon my black flames. But the next thing I remember was waking up here. Could they have erased my memory?' Fenrir looks over his shoulder and sees Fala sitting by herself looking out into the distance. 'What happened to her? Maybe I should talk to her.' Girod notices Fenrir staring at Fala and tries to distract him. " Now that we have all of the items we need, we just have to wait for them to come into this realm before we attack."

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

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.