Records Ragnarok Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Luca glanced out the window, seeing the lightning flashing far on the horizon, closer than it should have been. “Let it come,” Luca muttered, turning back to Raven. Ragnar lifted his eyes to the sky, lightning dancing across his skin, storm clouds swirling above him as the bond anchored him, pulling him south. To her. To home. “Hold on, Raven,” he whispered, lightning cracking around him, the world illuminated in harsh white light. “I’m coming.” With a final scream of thunder, Ragnar stepped into the storm, letting it take him as the wind howled and the rain poured down, washing away the last hesitation..

She must think me a mug if she thought I was still going to want her after all the things she had done. "I, Luca Hind, Third in Command of the Darkness Pack, reject you, Charlotte Charles, as my mate," I spoke confidently and then walked out of the room without another look in her direction. She had done this and now she needed to live with the consequences of her actions.

She said with a smile painted on his face. " Sure, so what do you like to discuss?" I asked her regarding my proposal. She sips a tea first and put it on the table. " How about the town of Ragnarok? I heard that place needed a renovation. We can develop that place and cleaned the trees! What do you think?" After hearing it, I was alarmed? Ragnarok was a place near my colony. The Arcadia Kingdom will be in danger. I still have friends and all my packs were living there. I care for that place so I won't be allowed to destroy it.

Dave glanced at us, staggered backwards for a moment, then regained his balance and scoffed. “You’re outnumbered, Dave Nightclaw,” I said and snarled at him. “Leave!” He flinched at the sound of my voice, then shook his head. “This isn’t over, Ayla.” He turned to Ragnar and regarded him with as much disdain as he could muster. “We’ll meet again, Storm.” He walked past us without turning around, and I exhaled as Ragnar transformed back into his human form and reached for my hand. “He’s not going to be much trouble,” he said, and I laughed.

I took his hand and shook it, hoping handshakes were a thing here. Apparently, they weren't, because he gave me a curious look. The man looked over at Fynn, who shrugged. "She's not from here," he explained vaguely to his friend. "Well, it's lovely to meet you, ma'am," the man greeted. "I'm Ragnar, son of the dwarves of Mistril Mountain."