Venus Blood Ragnarok Novels & Stories

"Ragnarok is a battle at the end of the world. It is to be fought between the gods or aesir, lead by Odin the all father, and the dire giants the jotnar and other monsters, led by Loki and surtr. Not only will most of the gods, giants, and monsters die in this battle, but almost everyone in the universe will be destroyed. The following battles will be fought:Odin vs Fenrir (a giant wolf): Odin will be swallowed by Fenrir.Vidar vs Fenrir: Vidar one of Odin's sons will avenge his death will kill Fenrir by stepping on the jaw of Fenrir and split it all the way down through his tail. That's when Ragnarok ends.

"This servant Jiang Xiaorou pays her homage swearing obedience and my undying loyalty, My Queen." Jiang Wushuang nods and says “Get up, now that you have been reborn as one of mine you will have to abandon your old surname. My original last name is Long, but I will keep the name you gave me. I am Long Wushuang, I carry the lineage of the most powerful of dragons, we are dark creatures, we live in darkness, but we ourselves seek the light to maintain a balance in our being, our race is the proudest and strongest and my goal is that our vampire race emerged as a unique and unstoppable race, that everyone fears just hearing the word vampire. I will start a new era "

Suddenly, the full moon turned into blood when she delivered her daughter who was the last. The Blood Moon signifies the moon goddess's daughter. It was said that the goddess’s daughter gave up her life so that her brothers would live. And Ragnarok has left to father three sons. The eldest was Dugsalen, the second was Asfuklen and the third was Jaerelen. Ragnarok treated his slaves like his family. His love and affection for them made his pack increase in number across the vast northern territory. Many years later, Ragnarok three sons decided to change the name of their massive pack from the Northern Pack to Ragnarok in respect to their father.

“Third, the Salvi. Salvi can cast spells. They are like witches but they have a different language that only Salvi can understand, even witches can't understand their words. You can only tell if a vampire is a Salvi if their eyes are red-orange. They are the third strongest of the entire vampire clan. And they can hold the cross unlike us who are burned," Red-orange? I seem to have seen red-orange eyes. Aha! Brian! I saw his eyes turn red-orange for a moment. But, maybe he's not a vampire, right? He's just human like me. It's impossible that he's a vampire because I know he doesn't believe in vampires.

Ragnar's voice trembled with a white-knuckled rage, his face contorted into a mirror image of his anger. After Aloha had come to provide George with blood, he had harbored hopes of escaping the prison's chains. All he needed was the strength that the blood would grant him, the strength to shatter his bonds. But those hopes crumbled to dust when he saw Ragnar. Fear gripped him, and his heart sank as he wondered if Aloha had betrayed him. A surge of desperation made him instinctively reach for the sachet of blood, intending to drink and regain his power. However, before he could seize that lifeline, Ragnar burst into the cell, snatching the precious fluid from his trembling hand. In a swift mo

she said. And then she stretched more and she could feel the bones in her neck straining. Karou held onto her ankle and tried pushing her away. Jun wasn’t a messy fighter. But when your opponent refused to stay down you had to fight messy. She removed her leg and she planned to stomp on her face, but Karou moved out of the way quickly. Takashi had given her an antidote earlier, but she hadn’t taken it because it didn’t seem to affect her. She got the vial from her pocket and she squeezed it and threw it against her face and it broke.

So he took a twig, bowed his head and started tracing runes on the ground, singing an unfamiliar melody that still came to his mind: There is no sun that the moon cannot overcome The day the debt is paid, tremble Kattegat, tremble When the iron meets the shield, tremble When songs grow from blood fed soils, tremble Whether he has to raze entire villages to write long exploit runes with blood, A Viking will end up paying his debt And so Kattegat, tremble, tremble The Drakkars will tell you to fear his fury The horses will cry out to you his arrival As he comes from far away, Tremble Kattegat, tremble. As he continued to sing, he could feel the rage that burned his soul. A tear fell from his r

"It’s her. It’s a part of her life-force, kept in stasis to hold the entire Tundra together." "Exactly, little Vessel," a wet, rattling voice broke the silence. Ragnar was slumped against a shattered pillar, his frost-runes dull and bleeding blue ichor. He let out a wheezing laugh that sprayed crystalline blood onto the floor. "That drop of blood is the only thing preventing the deep-sea abyss from swallowing this continent. Take it, and you heal the parasite in your chest. Take it, and you save your own life."

I swallowed a lump in my throat, the dread clouding my chest threatening to suffocate me. “Something bad’s going to happen, Dante,” I said moments later. “You need to go somewhere far away from here. Somewhere far from home. The mafia.” He stared at me for a few moments, his expression blank. “What about you?” “What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowed. “We’re both mafia blood, Seraph. If something bad’s really going to happen like you claim, then you wouldn’t be exempted. So,” he cocked a brow, “what about you?”

This was where I met him—Ragnar, the rogue I’d fed coins and secrets to for years, my shadow, my blade in the dark. I pushed through the creaking door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my heart racing as Ragnar stepped forward, his hulking frame scarred, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Not Darius, the warrior I’d pitched to Marcus, but Ragnar, a rogue so vile even the BloodMoon pack shunned him. He was my secret weapon, loyal only to my gold, my promises. “Veron,” he growled, his voice rough, his claws flexing. “What’s the job?”