Records Ragnarok Novels & Stories

It is. I close my eyes for a second and breathe in through my nose, slow, controlled, the way I’ve done a thousand times when I need to get my shit together. It doesn’t work. The bar still smells like her. Citrus and something warm. It’s faint but it’s there, and my wolf presses forward like he’s trying to chase it. “She’s Arachne’s kid,” I say out loud, low. “That alone is a problem.” “There is no record of her,” he says.

“Malakai.” I froze. Slowly, I turned back. His eyes pinned me in place. “There is nothing to think about,” Ragnar said. His voice was low, heavy, final. “I have made my decision.” I licked my lips, trying to hide the tension in my jaw. “And what decision is that?”

“Why did you mark her?” Ragnar asked immediately Derek entered the room. He was the Alpha of the Scorpion Zeal pack and also a Father to Derek. Ragnar was a tall, imposing figure, with broad shoulders and a thick beard. He was dressed in a fine silk robe, with gold embroidery and jewels adorning his cuffs and collar.

"I only said that so I would be granted entrance to see you. I've come to join your pack, Lord Ragnar, if you'll have me." Ragnar glared silently at him for a moment. Then his frown deepened. "You." He said suddenly. "I remember you. You're the mutt from Kieran's pack. The one who was captured with the girl." Julian looked away. He hadn't expected Ragnar to recognize him. "Yes. My name is Julian." Ragnar moved suddenly, his form blurring across the room. He grabbed Julian around the throat and slammed him against the wall. Julian winced, pain exploding behind his head and his back.

Mane wondered, his curiosity getting the better of him. “This war was fought between your predecessor, the 5th Supreme, and the Chaos Beasts which sought to destroy the world. It was in this battle that the world snake fell, and Fenrir disappeared. Sutur was reduced to rocks, and every other being of chaos was trampled. This was the first appearance of Ragnarok.” “Oh?” Mane chuckled, his interest piqued. “What is Ragnarok?” he asked, for this was the first he was hearing of this. “The war of the gods,” Reiki replied simply.

As I was scrolling I saw a post about one of our friends, Rozz. Hmmm so he's going back. We are not close but we are not that distant either. I guess that's right, troops are like that. Not that I don't like him but there is something really in him. He was creepy when it came to Cassandra, if he acted it was as if he owned her. I told Cassandra that but what can I expect from a woman who has never seen the real world? When I scrolled again I was momentarily stunned to see the unexpected person in my feed.

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.

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.

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?’

I was ready for whatever he sent and so were my Zetas. I had changed the plans and we would have a double coronation after the wedding. I wanted Storm to be crowned with me and this way was better, two ceremonies on one day and then I could get rid of everyone in my territory so much sooner and we could go back to our normal lives. “I heard you had some fun in the dungeons,” Rafael said as I walked into the dining hall. “It was a suicide mission to start with, twelve rogues and three witches. I don’t know what he was thinking,” I said as I walked to the head table greeting pack members on the way.