Bill Weasley Fenrir Greyback Novels & Stories

Before Elder Auriel steps out in plain white, suit and dark hair, dark, tall and menacing, silver hair, eyes sharp as broken glass. Power radiates from him, not loud, not flashy. Ancient, predatory, accessing, judging, and Fenir begin to growl, low and continuous. I could hear some students shifting back. “Old blood, the worst kind.” Fenir murmurs, as I feel his eyes switch with mine. Auriel’s eyes land on me, not by accident, with Fenir's eyes still out. He takes one step deliberately towards me, close enough. He speaks without raising his voice.

but yeah, not looking over there again. Then it happens. A howl rips through the sky—deep, savage. A massive black wolf, taller than a man, lands in the middle of the chaos. His fur ripples in strange patterns. His ears are jagged points. Fenrir. His size alone paralyzes me. But then I see his path—he’s heading for Bella and Citra. “NO! BELLA!” I scream. But the noise drowns me out. I ready a fire spell—useless. It bounces right off him.

Trev chuckles mocking the witch. "I wouldn't call her that to her face. You know what she did to Grey that one time," I say as a memory pops into my head of Grey running around as a goat. He was bleating his heart out, sounded like a scream, as he looked at us helplessly. We all sat back laughing watching this white ass goat with one crooked horn screaming at everyone. He had whispered something about wanting to tickle her magical parts with his wizard wand and she heard him. She stood up and yelled an enchantment at him in the middle of the huge banquet we were attending and he shriveled up inside of his clothes only to emerge as a goat with crooked horns and eyes that looked in opposite di

Grey replied with a grin. Zyrielle Grey De Elleonor, or simply Grey, was the most handsome among their group. The youngest of three siblings, he was the son of a businessman and a famous actress. Grey possessed a face that could rival myths, with gentle eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and slightly rosy lips that caught attention wherever he went. Blue held the middle part of his body. “Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?”

"You're bruised. Did he... were you-" "I'm fine," Greyson said. "I can handle a few cuts and bruises. I did handle it." "What did he do to you?" She whispered. Greyson frowned. "You really don't need to know that, sugar, but it was nothing I couldn't handle." "Now really isn't the time to act tough," Harry snapped. "Honestly, Rogue thought he was doing a lot more damage than he did," Greyson said. "They used wolfsbane, it's a poison, it's why I've not healed."

Rose hugged me and comforted me with a soft voice. "Bennet is my real family. I don't want him to die. When I was very young, Bennet watched over me. I have always been intimidated by other pure-blood wizards because I could not execute curses and spells. But Bennet always helped me manage them. Later, everyone found out that I had a powerful brother, so they didn't dare to show prejudices against me. At that time, although Bennet was young, he was famous for his power. Our parents were proud of him.

Last time I saw Fenrir, they were royal purple, like molten amethyst under the moonlight. Kassian’s wolf, Fenrir, is a stark contrast to Rowan’s Rune. Fenrir is larger, faster, stronger—an overwhelming force of raw power and ferocity that Rune, with his quieter, more agile presence, could never match. Yet, it isn’t just size or strength that sets them apart. It’s their eyes—those unmistakable marks of their deviance. Fenrir’s were a regal, commanding royal purple, while Rune’s shimmered a softer, almost ethereal lilac. Together, the Draven brothers were known for this rare and legendary trait. No shifter alive could mistake them—their wolves’ eyes were their signature.

"Big brother, I have already looked at my one, and there is something else you need to know before you go any further. Grandmother Caroline isn't a wolf, she is the high priestess of Ravenclaw coven and headmistress of Ravenclaw Academy, which makes you, Bella, and me hybrids-that could be why you are having trouble controlling your magic. With Elena's dose of Alpha blood and also being an elemental, you're much more powerful than either of your mates." 'Oh great, more magic' his wolf grumped and Mikhail could feel the beginnings of a pressure headache cooking his brain. As he digested the new information his phone rang. Automatically he picked it up and confirmed that two full teams were on

At last, she held the pendant of the moon on my neck and broke it; with this, her hand fell on the ground, opening her eyes. “Mother?” I called her, but she didn’t reply. Well, she could never reply to me ever. Hugging her, I cried and looked around, seeing the lifeless body of the pack members. They were covered with blood. I promise you, Ethan Weasley, that I would do the same to you, and I promise that I would destroy you too, just like you destroyed everything. I promise you that. * Flashback Ends * “I heard the youngest member in which that Ethan Weasley’s blood used to run is now dead.”, Iris said happily, but I didn’t comment anything on that.

"I'm their leader. I don't expect you to understand why I'm doing this, only that we are not your enemies." "You send a spy here to infiltrate us and you expect me not to consider you an enemy? Do you take me for a fool? Instead of asking me to release her, you break her out instead. These are not the actions of someone who is our ally." "I never said I was your ally either." Fenrir responds in a calm tone. "But if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here right now. Didn't Skoll ever tell you that I am his older brother? Without us, none of you would be werewolves. Our blood runs in your veins, that makes us your ancestors."