The Records Of Ragnarok Novels & Stories

"Oh, come on, I'll be your best friend." Letting out a sigh, "Yes, it was good." "Ahh! I knew it. You have the glow that says, 'I just got laid.'" "You're so weird, Rach." "I prefer unique, and besides, that's why you love me." We both start laughing. "So, are you going to tell me what happen last night? You ditched me." I tell Rachel about Dr. Wells, my mother, Andrea, and the wolf. "Damn, it sounds like you had a day."

Only Romeo sat in his chair, elbows on the table, eyes fixed ahead. “Are the counselors back from Kiev?” I asked, but he did not move, just kept staring forward. “What, are we married now? You giving me the silent treatment?” Still nothing. Then, quietly: “How long has Ragnar been back, Alpha?” I exhaled through my nose. “A few days.” I could almost hear the crackle of thoughts firing in his head, feel the heat rising off him as the truth pieced itself together. Finally, he spoke. “Ragnar and Sorvane chose the same human.”

"I'll take care of everything, alpha." The call ends. Ragnar is pleased with what he has just achieved. Many of the potential investors that Jarl had fled thanks to his advice and the very bad reputation he has just gained with all these images. No one wants anything to do with him, and that is simply wonderful for his plans. He has him tied by the hands, although he doesn't know it yet. "My love?" Katrina's voice from the other side of the door startles Ragnar. He closes the screen of his notebook and stores all the documents in his locked drawer before getting up. "Did you lock the door?"

And each rune lighted up one after the other after the drop of the teardrop had passed on it. As he stared in astonishment at the spectacle with a frown, an elderly woman's voice snapped him out of his reverie. — What are you doing on these lands, my boy? Have you lost your way? Ragnar turned back to where the voice astonished him was coming from. He couldn't respond instantly, still being captivated by the spectacle of the teardrop. He turned his head just for the time of a wink and as soon as he realized she was just an old lady, his eyes instinctively returned to the runes he traced, but they had disappeared as if by magic. Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady.

“Listen to me. They will try to call a trial. They will try to demand your exile or your blood as recompense for Alaric. But they forget one thing.” He leaned in, his forehead pressing against hers. “I am the King. And I do not negotiate with ashes.” “Ragnar, if you protect me now, you lose the Ridge. You lose the Eastern Plains. You’ll be a King of nothing but ghosts.” “Then I will be a King of ghosts,” he growled, his scent of cedar and storm-clouds flaring with dominance. “I would rather rule a graveyard with you than a paradise without you.” A sharp knock at the door interrupted them.

Beatrice asked me and I simply nodded at her, not in the mood to strike up a conversation. “I'm Ragnar, Luna” he responded. “Do you mind calling me by my name?” I asked him. He looked at me dead in the eyes, without blinking, “I'll do no such thing,” he said without preamble. He's as stubborn as they come but also loyal. Ragnar stood to his full height, nodded at Rio, who also stood up, “Elder Lucius and Beatrice, please look after those that are here, I will take a walk with the Luna and Rio to discuss some things,” Ragnar said addressing the elder that sat there very quietly, he simply nodded his head without saying anything.

His black eyes staring out at the water that slided down the window. “Time isn't far away before the first attack goes to that Kingdom.” He said, almost celebrating. “Our warriors are growing Alpha, there is nothing to worry about. Once we have the witches, there is nothing that can stop us.” James said. There was a sinister smile on Ragnar. He wasn’t talking, but there was a different kind of power around him. “Leave me.” He said, as James nodded, walking away. But Ragnar made his way towards the window, his reflection of the glass, as another lighting came and a dangerous thunder. Revealing his face.

As the crowd repeats the pledge, a rise in power fills the room. “We begin with the Story of Ragnarök. Ragnarök was the war between the Light and Dark shifters. Two groups that came from the original shifters, including the first Arcas, the son of Skuld and Myrkalfr, creators of the shifter race. Arcas was not just the first shifter but the first hybrid elf, giving him incredible powers to control both the Light and Dark Elves and shifters. Shifters of all types populated the 9 Realms. As time went on, as is accustomed, people turn on each other for power and greed. The Dark Shifter Rebellion spread through all Nine Realms, infecting all species with hate and prejudice. The Norns, trying to

Andrew did not answer but asked back, "Which werewolf progenitor are you?" Ragnar smiled grimly. "The Third Progenitor, Lord Ragnar Marrock. Now that you know my esteemed name, get on your knees and let me drain your brain and rip out your spine. Don't worry. I won't tear you apart directly. I'll transform you into one of my servants, making you an undead for eternity to serve me!" Andrew replied flatly, "You talk too much, you monster! I think you should follow Fenrir and meet your end!"