Cyberpunk 2077 Fenrir Novels & Stories

The other members looked into their report list and found just only a case. "The heir to this sacred alliance has deceived us for long. He's three in one and that alone has never been seen before." Helena, the only female there read out. "Meaning that he's dangerous. How can one person be a wolf, vampire and a zombie?" Rufus asked "Not three anymore but two" Luca said gritting his teeth afterwards "I killed the third one by mistake" "What is he saying?" "How possible can you kill a part of you?" "I knew he shouldn't be trusted"

I panic, they will destroy the town and kill all the humans. “Denver!” FUCK! “Ok, we are behind them. Keep me informed ok. Stay safe.” I tell her before hanging up. “The are close to Denver. They are moving fast. We are behind them.” I tell Fenrir and he smirks. “That’s better for us. We will have the element of surprise coming at them from behind. MOVE OUT!” I nod as he shifts into his monster. Fenrir’s wolf is huge. He is the only wolf who can shift into both Lycan and werewolf or combine the two.

It was a whisper in my head, wrapped in power. “Don’t do this alone.” Nyx snarled in defiance and kept going. The Ironclaw Pack’s scent was miles off, but we’d reach it before dusk. We didn’t stop. Not until he appeared in front of us. Fenrir stepped out from the shadows, massive and midnight black, his golden eyes glowing like twin suns. He stood in our path, unmoving. "I know you're hurting. I feel it too." Nyx snarled and lunged.

“Tell me, why do you truly want him dead?” Fenrir stopped walking. His hair caught in the wind as he faced Alaric once more. “There’s something inside him. Something wrong. One Hekate is enough for this world. Better to end it all now before it consumes him.” His surreal green eyes dropped to Alaric’s fingers that had begun trembling and he smiled, amused. “You do realize that unless there’s an intervention, you’re going to die.”

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

I closed my eyes. And that was my last memory before I lose my consciousness. ~~~~ I opened my eyes only to be greeted by a forest. "Seraphina of Fiery Land, the hope of the elements." Greeted by a woman who is clothed with a warrior's clothing with red fur around her waist, right arm, and left thigh. "Who are you?" I asked the woman, she didn't answer, instead, I was given a deathly stare.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

The seeds of chaos, carefully cultivated and patiently nurtured, had been sown, and now, it was time to reap the bloody harvest. "My Lord," Fenrir, a towering figure of muscle and bone with a jagged scar that bisected his left eye, knelt before Ryker. His massive frame casting a long, ominous shadow across the chamber. His intimidating presence filled the room, a stark testament to his brute through years of bloodshed and shared ambition. "You summoned us, My Lord?"

My gold-ringed eyes were fixed on the valley below, where a new shadow was moving through the silver lilies of the Fringe with a speed that defied the traditional lupine shift. That shadow was Fenris. My grandson was no longer the glowing infant of the lunar colony; he was a young adult who stood as a living bridge between every world we had ever touched. He was taller than Leo, his charcoal-grey fur shot through with streaks of iridescent, pearlescent white that shimmered like stars caught in a storm. His eyes were the most striking clinical feature: deep, amethyst pits that held the golden ring of the healer and the silver flash of the king.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”