Sl Ragnarok Novels & Stories

Link shouted angrily. "Blake. I need Blake," my voice came out as a hoarse whisper. "Let her go or I will make you regret it," I heard Link's words and I knew he wasn't messing around now. But I could feel the pain consuming me and I was fighting against a demon I was never going to beat.

He turned and Surt spoke. “Find me another sorcerer, we will preform the ritual for my blade again. If they have to keep doing it until it rips from his mouth then that is what we will do.” Antonio just nodded, he doubted that was going to happen, but didn’t tell Surt that. Antonio left and pulled out his phone. Surt in his opinion had bitten off more than he could chew. Clearly Ragnarok wasn’t going to happen as it was foretold, something had changed. They just needed to figure out the trigger for the siblings in Antonio’s opinion. Just needed the Achilles for one of them and they’d topple like dominos.

Lola POV “I will say it again — I will not get rid of this baby unless you kill us both.” “You—” Ragnar angrily reached out and grabbed me by the neck. “Miss Silverfang, are you threatening me? Do you think I wouldn’t dare to kill you? I have killed so many women. I won’t spare you either.” “You—” My face turned pale instantly. What is he talking about? He wanted to kill me. Yes. How could he not dare?

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

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.

"Interesting that my family would stand against Odin and his ilk if the parallels are true... Ragnarok signifies the end of the world, the ultimate reckoning. But it's also a cycle of rebirth, where the world emerges anew from the ashes of the old. The old gods die, and a new generation takes their place. Interesting still that Selene doesn't seem to have a role in Ragnarok other than to survive it with her chosen person..." "Lucian said she doesn't know how to fight." I wrinkled my nose. "I have to agree." He chuckled. "Oh?" I flushed. "I guess you weren't around for when I punched her." He lifted his head and laughed. His whole body shook with it. His eyes were a vibrant green now, and lig

“We didn’t fight. There are just… small problems.” Ragnar didn’t respond immediately. He just kept looking at the sky like he was thinking about something deeper than the conversation. Then he looked back at Lance. “Just as I said before,” Ragnar said, his voice calm but his eyes cold, “if you make her upset, I will murder you.” Lance swallowed and nodded. “Understood.” And the scary part was, he knew Ragnar wasn’t joking. Not even a little. Ragnar held his gaze for a second longer, like he was trying to read something from his face, then he looked away again.

Making me a moaning mess. "Rhyker!" I moaned, and I tugged his hair and pushed his head down on my slit, he grabbed my thighs for support, and he hungrily licks them. "Ah, shit!" I breathed heavily and my other hand wander toward my breast as he licked my slit. He lifted his head up and swatted my hand. "Don't fucking do that or I won't continue anymore." He smirked and continued on doing it, I let out sexual sounds as his lips latched on my slit while thrusting his fingers inside me. He slurped my cum and perfectly licked them.

I watched as Ragnar wrapped his hand around her neck. “Die, you fucking bitch!” Ragnar seethed, his hand tightening around Sorava’s neck, but she only laughed. “You first.” “Ragnar!” I croaked, but my voice wasn’t loud enough to warn him in time. Sorava’s eyes glows once again and Ragnar was hoisted up into the air. Rava rose to her feet while I struggled to the same but couldn’t. “I don’t need you and I certainly don’t need Khai. I don’t anyone to rule this world, because it is all mine alone. It was fun while it lasted, you fuck pretty good too.”

The wind screamed above the sanctuary, and the flame at the mountain’s heart flared high once more, gold shifting to silver, like it, too, mourned what was unfolding. Nyra knelt beside him, whispering spells under her breath, her eyes wide with unspoken truths. But Ragnar barely heard her. His world narrowed to the girl in his arms, her light, her silence. And then... Everything cracked. Light seared across his vision, blinding him, burning him. And Ragnar fell. Not backward. Inward.