Records Of Ragnarok Novels & Stories

However, the Berserkers were the elite shifters that functioned as security and companionship for Arcas, who they believed would unite their realms in the future. An old prophecy spoke of the destruction of the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil called Ragnarök, which is Skuld and Myrkalfr’s punishment for messing with fate. Arcas was the only one that could stop it and unite the shifters in the Nine Realms. However, there are always two sides in a prophecy if he could not unite the different shifters of Yggdrasil. The tree of life would die killing everyone in the Nine Realms. Ragnarök started in Asgard with the Dark Shifter rebellion but spread to battles in all Nine Realms. During the war, Arcas wa

“It says that a wolf… can be suppressed.” Fenrir stilled beside me. I didn’t move. “Not killed,” she added quickly. “Not lost.” Her gaze sharpened. “Sealed.” The word settled between us. “That’s when I asked a favor from a friend in the Council archives,” she continued. “I wanted to check if something like that had ever been recorded.” Fenrir’s attention shifted fully to her. “What exactly is recorded?” Martha straightened. “Everything,” she said. “Names. Bloodlines. Circumstances. Reasons.”

“What is she doing here?” I moved quickly toward Caleb before answering. “She can be trusted.” Ragnar looked extremely unconvinced by that. Meanwhile, Caleb brushed dust off his sleeve calmly like he hadn’t just been thrown into a room. “What is wrong with you?” I demanded, glaring at Ragnar. Instead of answering immediately, Ragnar lifted something in his hand. It was a book. My breathing stopped for a second the moment I recognized it. The record book. “You found it?” I whispered. Ragnar’s eyes shifted toward Caleb immediately. “No,” he said coldly. “He had it.”

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.

The room was silent but for the scratching of quills on parchment. Ragnar sat at his desk, a mountain of scrolls and maps sprawled before him, lit by the faint glow of the candle flames. Reports of border skirmishes, letters from lords demanding audience, whispers of spies moving in the shadows, all things that should have consumed his mind. But they didn’t. Every time his eyes skimmed a page, it blurred into memory: Atlas kneeling by Freya’s bed, his hands wrapped around hers, his lips pressing against her skin. That image, burned, seared, etched into Ragnar’s mind, would not leave him.

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?’

"Yeah, I don't know how I didn't make the connections earlier, my grandma used to tell me a story at bed time and thinking about what you have said it is similar" "Oh ok" Mum started reading aloud to me from the book. "Ragnarok is a battle at the end of the world. It is to be fought between the gods or aesir, lead by Odin the all father, and the dire giants the jotnar and other monsters, led by Loki and surtr. Not only will most of the gods, giants, and monsters die in this battle, but almost everyone in the universe will be destroyed.

Like she has it all wrong and she means something else to him. He kept something on the table in front of him and the motion of his hands broke her out of whatever trance she was in. Her mouth opened slightly at the books he just placed on the table. They didn’t look like the ones she had read though. “Charlotte, these are the records from the King’s castle that contain information about rouges. The King’s Council keeps a record of all werewolves that turned rouges or left the pack. These are records of the identified rouges and lone wolves. I want you to go through these whenever you can.” Azraiel explained.