Novel & Cerita Records Ragnarok

“I have no idea how your mum drinks that shit.” “Neither do I. But apparently it contains a train of important nutrients ranging from iron, magnesium and vi…” he trailed off when he realized I was glaring at him and the smile on his face grew wider. “I’ll just get your favourite,” he added and quickly headed out of the living room while I furrowed my brows at his last statement.

And he was bare—nothing on, his cock swinging thick and heavy between his legs, even soft it looked massive, veins running along it. Who could this be? Don't tell me.... The name hit her mind like a slap: Ragnar. Centuries old, a werewolf spirit trapped by witch hunters back in the 1700s. He'd been raging in that void, chained to the pages. Now free, he stretched his arms, his claws glinting. He sniffed the air. His nose twitched. "Vampire," he growled with a voice as rough as gravel. "You reek of fear and something sweet, untouched. You the one who pulled me out?"

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.

Occasionally Marcu would ask Kimber , Madchen and Nick questions about their patients. Afterwards, Marcu led Madchen to a room, to chat about the pt’s vent settings, while the others trailed off to work on their own. Madchen had finally caught up, checking her last ventilator, when she heard a commotion outside her room. “Where the hell is the RT who has room six?” Both she and the RN in the room looked up to see Drago standing there, with steam practically coming out of his ears. “You, come here,” He pointed to the nurse, who turned to look at Madchen with a dumbfounded stare.

The meeting ended after that, everyone getting up and talking about the guests and what it would be like having new people in the mansion. But as Lance walked past Ragnar, he stopped slightly. “You never told me you had friends in Korea.” Ragnar looked at him calmly. “There are many things I haven’t told you.” Lance held his gaze for a moment. “I’m starting to notice that.” For a brief second, neither of them moved. Then Ragnar said quietly, “You will.” Lance didn’t know why, but the way he said that made his chest feel tight. Because it didn’t sound like a warning.

“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?”

Alejandro said, voice low and edged with flame. The rogue warrior held Alejandro’s gaze without flinching. “My name is Ragnar Frostbane,” he said. His voice was deep, grinding like gravel under glacier ice. “I come because the Crownless Wolf has risen… and because the Netherborn now hunt the Healer.” Every muscle in my body tightened. Ragnar continued, “I offer allegiance.” A pause. “And an oath of protection.” The room erupted in whispers. Esme gasped. Selene nearly dropped her crystal bowl. Valerius muttered under his breath, “By the Ancients…”

James was still speaking when Ragnar abruptly cut him off. "Focus on the road, James. I don't need your theories right now. Find me evidence of who Aloha is working with. I want this evidence to resolve the matter," Ragnar asserted firmly. James knew Ragnar's no-nonsense disposition well. He glanced at Ragnar through the rearview mirror and discreetly took a quick snapshot of his expression. But seeing Ragnar's stern countenance, James kept his mouth shut and continued to drive cautiously.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

stood up with his feet under them. Pain shoots through his groin. He shook his head, feeling like he could barely stand. As he fell, Madoc closed the space between them with astonishing speed. His weeping runeblade readied itself for the final blow. At this very moment Ragnar felt a sense of reason wash over him. He knew that he had no power to stop a death blow and that his life was surely over. All Ragnar could do was watch the oncoming sea of ​​chaos. He was mesmerized by the glowing runes and dirges of his deadly sword. He knew that after a while he would feel a shadow bite, and if what the heretic said was true, he would feel the soul drain from the living being. Grim Skull's eyes wide