Records Ragnarok Novels & Stories

“Fine, but if I remember and I’m dead. I will hunt you down and I will haunt you. If I’m alive and we aren’t in a relationship, I’ll hunt you down, and then it will be your turn to haunt me.” “Fine. If this conversation will end. I will accept your terms, love. But we won’t die if I have a say in anything.” “You just got past saying that you can’t change anything. Please make up your mind. Do you have a say in this or not? I can’t believe I’m listening to this.” Ragnar dislikes arguing or needing to deal with his mate. If something happened and her questions were annoying because he didn’t have any explanations for them. Ragnar couldn’t locate the answers if he wanted to or show her how the

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.

I looked around the place, there were only a few people maybe because it was a bit early compared to the normal time that is crowded here. I quietly drank the wine and transferred it back to the bartender. I picked up my cellphone, as I have been doing ever since, I looked at his social media accounts again. I smiled bitterly when I found nothing new there. Ivann.. His last post was the same day he broke up with me. It's a picture of him, seriously looking at the camera while his background was the sky. I looked at his caption again. I'm going to fight so someday I can take you back.

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.

“Okay. That’s… okay. What do you want me to do.” I lean forward, forearms on the counter, voice dropping. “Everything. Hospitals. Private clinics. Birth records. Adoption agencies. Off the books stuff. Missing kids. Any woman who vanished for nine months and came back thinner. Anything tied to Arachne.” “That’s a lot.” “I know.” “You think it’s magic?” “No,” I say right away. “I think it’s boring. I think it’s files and forms and someone paying to make things disappear.” He exhales. “Alright. I’ll start digging.”

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 said to him. “Your suit’s in our room so that Storm can get ready in yours,” Harper said happily. “Thank you, Harper, for everything,” I said and she blushed slightly. “You’re welcome,” she said as she stood up again and walked over to the buffet tables. “What did our unwanted guests want?” Regen asked as he pushed in between me and Rafael at the table forcing Rafael to move up. “What unwanted guests?” Leon asked as he stood in front of the table. “Twelve rogues crossed our borders this morning, I happened to be in the vicinity,” I said.

This was where I met him—Ragnar, the rogue I’d fed coins and secrets to for years, my shadow, my blade in the dark. I pushed through the creaking door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my heart racing as Ragnar stepped forward, his hulking frame scarred, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Not Darius, the warrior I’d pitched to Marcus, but Ragnar, a rogue so vile even the BloodMoon pack shunned him. He was my secret weapon, loyal only to my gold, my promises. “Veron,” he growled, his voice rough, his claws flexing. “What’s the job?”

She was just a child and she was doing so much for us. I looked at Lorena and she was fighting with so much furry in her heart. I had never seen her so angry and I looked at her in awe. She was truly deserving to be the mate of the Beta. “You coward! Fight me! Be a hero and die by hand!” Ragnar had managed to get to his feet but his body was terribly wounded. Blood was gushing out from his wounds and soaking his fur. “You know that your end is near. Call off your armies and send this monster back and we might consider sparing you.”