Soul Eater Ragnarok Sword Novels & Stories

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

That voice. Low, rich, and cold enough to slice flesh. She turned, slowly, knowing what she’d see before she even saw it. There, standing atop a rock, silhouetted against the moon like the harbinger of death, was him. Ragnar. His obsidian armor glinted faintly, wet from the rain, blood smeared on one of his gloves. His eyes glowed golden, a dangerous, hungry light that pierced right through her. He looked like a beast risen from hell.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

Leo rasped through nervousness. "Even after knowing that she had feelings for me, you tried to separate us? Me from my Sasha?" Ragnar asked in a low growl. He wouldn't go back or further from 'You tried to separate us.' "First I'll kill you and then I will kill you." He said, his glare bouncing between Leo and Rayla before he continued. "Then I will make up a story that you guys killed each other and she will trust me. She has to." Ragnar said and raised his ancient-looking sword towards Leo.

He better have them or we'll need a new cook. I cast a final glance at the door that holds my bride behind it. She is safe and if she is smart, she will do my bidding and prepare herself. I'm not sure why I returned her sword. Truly it's only a nuisance. Though my scales can't protect me in human form, I am deadlier than any mere human female. *** Roxanne

He took out the repaired jade pendant and said, "Hanako, we'll fight together yet again!" After that, Balaro shook his head and swallowed the pendant before opening his shirt to reveal his upper body. He tore off the yellow talisman that was stuck to his chest. However, his immortal crown vanished, leaving him holding a pair of purple-golden twin swords. Balaro took the twin swords and stood proudly, saying, "Divine Slayer Sword, Crazy Bone Balaro, at your service!" Then he held the twin swords in reverse grip, crouched slightly, and yelled, "First strike!"

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire. Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—” “The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.” Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.” --- The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.

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.