Bill Weasley Fenrir Greyback Novels & Stories

Angel Soon, a tall man with onyx-coloured eyes, as dark as two abysses, entered the place. My wary eyes inspected him cautiously as I tried to find out who and what he was. He looked normal, except for the grey wick of hair in the middle of his otherwise very dark hair. I’d never seen a werewolf with grey hair before – it wasn’t a thing since our kind doesn’t age. Even without being able to smell his scent, something told me that he wasn’t a regular werewolf.

How bad could it be to blackmail an angel when I had a wolf god and the Norse god of Mischief providing backup? I cleared my throat. “Does your father live in Hell with your sister?” Fenrir barked a laugh, but the sound carried no mirth. “You’ll see.” Beki tilted her head to the side, wondering what he meant, and my gaze darted to Griff, who raised a shoulder. We followed Fenrir across the study, passing a bank of leather sofas and a coffee table where I caught sight of a pair of gold guns. The metal was the extra-yellow kind that reminded me of Ophois.

The sorcerers beside him gave a quick, knowing glance to one another and then looked away like they'd seen a bright wound. Mira, always the brazen one, whispered loud enough for Scarlet to hear, “Do you think that’s Grey’s father? He smells like a rotten rat.” Her breath stank of bravado and cheap perfume. Scarlet shoved her arm with an elbow and hissed, “Keep your mouth shut, Mira.” Her voice was the kind that could snap a twig. She lowered her eyes when the sorcerer’s stare burned into her. That look was not curiosity; it was hunger.

Amelia said, smugness dripping from every syllable as she beamed proudly at Grey. Grey stared down at me, delight sparking in his eyes—dark, cruel, eager. “I never believed in witchcraft,” he said slowly, savouring each word, “but your friend is the real deal.” Witchcraft? Friend? What were they talking about? What had they done to me? I couldn’t make sense of anything. My thoughts were moving sluggishly, as if dragging chains. Grey licked his lips, or at least that's what I thought he did, my vision was still unstable, like a bad camera going in and out of focus.

Third Person POV Five Years Later A pack of ten children tore through the gardens of Eradrakor. Hatchlings, pups, witches, and hybrids—their small feet padded softly against the earth, and their melodic giggles filled the warm summer air. Leading the charge was Renata, the natural leader of every mischief, followed closely by her brother, Fenris. Even at five years old, Fenris moved with a gravity that suggested he already owned the world. He was, after all, the child of prophecy—the strongest creature ever born. The "Golden Boy" often received special treatment from the court, much to Mira’s lingering displeasure.

I was seated on the couch, my attention on the television in front of me but I was not even paying attention to the screen in front of me. Finally, I heard his footsteps from the top of the stairs and my breath hitched. Mr Fenrir was dressed in a pair of black pants and a crisp white shirt which was neatly tucked into the pants, his hair was left to fall in ringlets beside him and oh my gosh, he looked like someone straight out of a painting with that glass perching on the tip of his nose. I shouldn’t be thinking this way about him but I couldn’t help him, he wasn’t even letting me mourn Fiona perfectly.

I further questioned him Hearing my question Draco face suddenly turned overcast as he said “It’s a Black blood ghost” “Black Blood Ghost?” I was stunned, I haven’t read anything about such a type of ghost in my grandmother book, and this looked something new and dangerous at same time.

"I believe so. We have to, if we don't want it to be the other way around, we totally have to find a way to kill them successfully." "Then let's go. It looks like they aren't gonna let us pass unless we give them a good fight." I puffed a breath and removed the seat belt around my waist. "Kira, before we fight them, you have to know that we're gonna deal with an unusual wolf summoned by Darkesta with a dark spirit, magic, and souls. They are different from Percy. I cannot say if they are stronger but they can also manipulate dark potions, and black smokes, that is poisonous to us. Look at them carefully, tiny smokes are coming out from their noses as they breathe. Look at their tales, it als

A tiny spark from childhood had ignited a flame that has burned ever since. Fenis had a kindness to him, an aura that drew people in. He was carefree and powerfully built, with a voice that commanded attention and presence that demanded respect. Fenis, by six whole minutes, was born to be the alpha of the Greysteel Pack, and Fleki, born 6 minutes too late, would always be his brothers beta. Fleki always feared that when his father, the imposing Darius Grey, handed the pack to his brother, that the fire raging around inside him would engulf them all. Fleki finally caught up to his brother and bumped into him, sending both boys crashing through the undergrowth.

He had transformed into a mighteous beast as he stared at Summer whose eyes now took the shade of two colors. One green and one red. "She has the eyes of her father and mother, she's sure an abomination." Voldemort thought to himself and charged speedly towards the abomination when all a sudden, a strong light appeared from nowhere, blinding his eyes and the eyes of the others as a teenager came out of the portal, he was the same age as Damon and Dorian. But he was black! "It's okay Amber." He softly said and chanted some inaudible spells which blinded the eyes of Voldemort and when he regained his sight they were gone.