Sl Ragnarok Novels & Stories

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.

I broke free of Jarnja's arms as the summer heat of the yellow rose intensified, my breaths coming hot and heavy at the touch of her lips. The cockerel of Ragnarok, my fetch Gullinkambi, crowed to herald Sunna's bright apex in the sky as noon settled its dry bones across the mountain kingdom of Utgardr.

In less than a second, he vanished from the chair. Ragnar’s eyes widened. Lucian stood directly before him. “You are correct,” Lucian said calmly. His claws slowly extended. “The strongest should rule.” His smile widened slightly. “And that is the Lycans.” Ragnar froze. Beside him, his son shook his head desperately despite the pain. “Father ” But Ragnar only laughed bitterly. “Keep dreaming If not me… another will rise someday.” Lucian’s eyes darkened. Then in one swift motion, Slash. Ragnar’s head rolled across the floor.

his Lycan, Kai, growled at Ragnar. A dark grin tugged at our lips as Ragnar slowly licked the blood from them. "Long time no see… Kaiii," Ragnar said coldly and slowly, and Kai nodded in recognition. Before Ragnar could say more, Dante's smile widened—and then he rushed at us with the speed of light. Ragnar braced himself for impact and defense. "Fight back," I muttered with irritation. "I can’t," Ragnar breathed, his voice strained like he was struggling. "He… he… he isn’t letting me.”

The sleeves, long and flowing, added a touch of drama, while the slit up the side revealed a glimpse of powerful, shapely legs. As Lilith prostrated before Ragnar, her red lipstick–doused lips, "My lord Ragnar," Lilith's voice, a sultry and melodic resonance. "I am Lilith Carenia of the Obsidian Moon Pack, honored to stand before you as a potential carrier of your child to secure the future of your great kingdom." A satisfied smirk spread on Ragnar’s lips

I explained. He nodded. "Saray is good. I mean... It is thriving, developing but…that is also the reason why we are facing threats, as you might have heard," he paused and I nodded confirming his assumptions. "Larger villages surrounding us, Albar and Roben, are trying to take us down under them. If we could stop them then everything else is pretty good." I nodded, quite bothered.

Then, he strode over and took my hand firmly. Raising our joined hands high, he declared in a loud, unwavering voice: “I, Derek, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, claim Ella as my Luna!” Before the stunned spectators could react, Derek turned around—dragging my still-numb body with him—and left the hunting grounds without hesitation. A tidal wave of shocked murmurs and gasps exploded behind us, echoing across the field. Amanda collapsed into her father Alex’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “Dad! I can’t take this humiliation! That moment—it should have been mine!

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

only possible because I don’t have any weakness…. and now if I marry you…. Then..” ravan stopped in between his explanation “Then what?” Reva questioned him in recklessness “Then they will come after you.. I don’t want to put your life in danger reva” Ravan explained her “Is that your excuse for rejecting my proposal ravan?” reva again questioned ravan who did not answered her, sensing his rejection reva hastily got down from bed and picked up a fruit knife from their bedside table and slashed her left hand wrist, It happened so fast that before ravan could react reva slashed her right hand wrist too “REVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……………………………” Ravan screamed and rushed to hold reva in his arm “FUC

Ragnar touched his chest lightly; then she noticed his skin still seemed paler than usual. Had she injured him after all? Why hadn’t the silver killed him? Drops of blood trickled down his sneakers onto the wood floor. She looked up at him. Ragnar turned his attention to Caleb. “Lover boy's too spent to fight me. Wouldn’t be a fair battle. Besides, we fight in front of the pack, end this once and for all. I challenge you to bring her home and battle me for her, Caleb.” “I’ll be there,” Caleb growled.