Cyberpunk 2077 Fenrir นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Yes, they’ve declared war on me and mine, and I will rip each one of them in two for what they’ve done!” Fenriz’s voice breaks through the pain as I notice that he’s on his cell phone. The person on the other end sounds like Alpha Kai, but it might be Alpha Ryker too. I could still smell Frigga’s blood on Fenriz as he rushed to the doctor with me in his arms; I could still feel the thick sadness woven in his scent along with the anxiety of the pending birth of our child.

As he lifted his head everything in front of him was diced. A path was cleared out for him; it led directly to where everyone was currently staying, the sky above could easily be seen. It was dark, yet, the stars filled the sky. It was alluring, an exquisite display of profound beauty. Everyone glanced outside and saw a spectacular view that they were seeing for the first time. “What about a game of hide and seek? First person I'll find… I’ll devour them whole!” Fenrir said with a raised voice. Everyone shivered in fear as a terrifying amount of bloodlust started to leak out of Fenrir’s body. His face changed along with his body, growing larger and furrier. With his long snout he sniffed the

He staunchly adhered to the principle of fairness, refusing to accuse anyone without concrete proof, even if the rumors appeared persuasive. Lost in his thoughts, Ryder was abruptly jolted back to reality when Fenrir emerged from the dense trees that clustered along their path. Fenrir, known for his exceptional skills as a night patroller, approached with a nod of respect to greet Ryder. It was then that Ryder's eyes gravitated toward a peculiar sight—a skeletal tattoo etched on the back of Fenrir's neck. The drawing bore a strange familiarity, an echo from the depths of Ryder's memory that refused to fully materialize.

A blade of pure nothingness caught Fenrir across the chest, carving through his ancient armor as if it were parchment. Fenrir was thrown back, staggering into the gray dust. He collapsed to one knee, coughing up blood—but it wasn't the vibrant red of a living being. It was dark, tainted, and thick with the rot of the void. He looked up at me, his eyes clouded with a pain I had never seen in him. "Seraphina…" he wheezed, his voice a ghost of its former strength. "Its power… it far surpasses anything I held. Even at my peak, I was just a door… this is the room beyond."

If only his gaze didn’t look so harsh, but he’d been through a lot that was easy to tell. Fenrir watched her work. She didn’t give off anything that would say she was going to do something. That she was deceitful, and it made him just as tense as if she did smell that way. He memorized her scent, peach like and soft. He’d be able to pick her out of a crowd easily. He had a couple choices before him, and it all had to do with the removal of the sword in his mouth. Either he had her remove it and she would be the owner of it, holding the weapon that could bind him with the chains once more. Or he could wait for Surt to find him and that would be the start of the end. The question was how fast

Zinjo roared loud enough to scare the grotesque hoard back a few feet, “We are visiting dignitaries, This is Aurelia princess and heir to the throne of Shadowfen, and I am Zinjo of Kiazangi.” The giant's expression changed to one of utter devotion, “I am Isaac Harbinger. My research made real,” He fell to his knees and gripped Zinjo's pantleg, “Tell me the formula for such a change. Your forms represent everything I ever hoped to achieve. Please tell me.” The desperation in his voice and the anger in Zinjo's face at his words put tension on the scene.

I scoured the place and narrowed my eyes northeast, catching sight of a moving blur of fur. “There,” I pointed where I saw the anomaly and headed straight to it. I trusted my nose to catch their scent, and count how many they are; but to my surprise, there is only one scent. “Familiar,” Fenrir spoke beside me as we ran leisurely to the place I pointed to. He sniffed again and nodded in confirmation. “Right. Fret not, this is my crony.” I spared him a look. “Does he come here often?” He nods.

"Maybe it is Since Fenrir is a night wolf. Most Nordic people think that they can't see Fenrir because it is too dark at night with his jet black fur. But the truth is, he can move anywhere he wants. That's what makes him very difficult to catch." Reinhard pulled out the dagger stuck in the tree trunk and threw it at Damien. When the tip of the dagger was one millimeter in front of Damien's neck, it suddenly stopped with Reinhard in front of Damien holding the hilt of the dagger. "I'm getting excited. Shall we start the fun now?" Duakkkk!~ ... Damien punched Reinhardt in the stomach very hard, making Reinhard kneel in pain, holding his stomach with his own two hands.

“I won’t just take your company.” “I’ll take everything.” “The game is only just beginning.” The interview ended. A deathly silence fell over the command center. “The Helvetia Trust…” Ben Carter repeated the name, his face more ashen than a corpse, ““It’s one of the oldest and largest financial instruments the Fenrir Council has ever used to operate in Europe. They…they gave that madman the keys to the entire arsenal.”

It was none other than Fenrir, a legendary werewolf whose strength and brutality were known throughout the supernatural realm. Aphelion's eyes narrowed at the sight, his grip tightening around his dagger. "Fenrir, what do you want?" he growled. Fenrir's voice reverberated with an unsettling mix of authority and menace. "Aphelion, it seems I have underestimated your allegiance," he sneered. "But you have no idea what lies beneath the surface. Your past deeds have brought about this convergence, and now, my power shall be unleashed."