Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk 2077 Fenrir

He stood his ground, his yellow eyes fixed on the red sky, a silent defiance in his massive chest. Then, it happened. A spear, larger and brighter than the rest—a **"Primary Conflict Bolt"**—streaked down from the Golden Eye in the sky. It didn't aim for his heart. It aimed for his *will*. The spear buried itself deep into Fenris’s shoulder.

He would make an example of the very unfortunate fool. Yes, silver was a common instrument of torture that most alphas employed to deal with the worst of rogues and criminals, Lucas included. But to use it intravenously and coupled with wolfbane? That was the cruelest of cruel. If an alpha did such, he would be stripped of his title or even killed, depending on who he happened to offend with his actions. This time, it was Lucas who happened to be offended and any alpha with a bit of sense would disappear from the face of the Earth. Which was another reason why Lucas decided to keep his mate's arrival a secret. Let it be known to his pack and to the other packs the circumstances of her arriva

What the hell was going on? "These aren't normal rogues," someone yelled through the mind link. "They are acting like a pack!" "Arion! This way!" Arrow growled through the mind link. We turned the corner, and what we saw left us petrified: the ground was coated with blood mixed with Rina's scent. Two dead rogues lay motionless on the ground. Their heads nearly separated from their bodies. I sniffed the blood, and Dex's mixed with the rogues. None of it belonged to our mate.

"I've always been a vampire. You and your council have only been blind to see. Breaking the barrel doesn't stop me from my mission, Dante White." My brows were contorted as he spoke. "What barrel?" I asked. Then I noticed he stopped pacing. Instead he rushed toward him, trying to hit me but I blocked his hit. Then he laughed. "I'm no match for you. Do not pretend you know nothing about the death of the last witch in my custody. I would be fair with you. I stand nothing to gain from your death. Stop this war this minute and go free," Fenrir said. He still had the prominent scar across his tanned face.

He tried for light, but his eyes were on mine now, waiting. “Yes, my mate,” I answered flatly, and watched the color shift in his face from mischief to a different gravity. “The doctor said her blood—” I paused then glanced down the hall. “She’s Lunaris,” I finished for me, the word slipping out like a curse. The kitchen seemed to lean in. Rian’s grin vanished entirely. He set the files he carried on the table as if they had weight. “Shit,” he said softly. “You know what that means if word gets out.”

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

“It only happened when I asked them to help me see Cristine.” Amy nodded slowly. “Makes sense. You’re taking in too much of their energy to open your inner eye to other entities. And for some reason, that’s knocking you out every time.” “Meaning no more asking for extra sight,” the Haunter Supreme decreed, and waited for me to face him. “Promise you won’t do it again.” I nodded with a weary smile. “Okay, off of me, all of you. I’m fine.”

Smoke, pine, sweat, blood—it overwhelms everything else, chasing the chemical stink from the air. His hands settle at my hips, grip tightening—not painful, but not gentle, either. Like letting go isn’t an option. Elara moves past us, already working. “No injection,” she says after a quick check. “They didn’t get the chance.” “What the hell was it?” I ask, staring at the milky liquid spilled across the floor. “A Fenrir variant,” she says. “Keeps the subject conscious while they’re carved. Slow harvest.” “Jesus…” Nearby, Ryker pulls something from the body.

That memory alone kept me from surrendering to the darkness. "Ronan is a tether to a world that will eventually hunt you down and destroy you," Fenrir snarled, his words dripping with venom and something that might have been twisted concern, as if he genuinely believed he was protecting me. He clapped his massive hands together, and the ground beneath me erupted. Jagged spires of obsidian rock shot upward, seeking to impale me like a specimen pinned to a board, like a butterfly mounted for display.

he hissed, “I will have you tortured so much that you will regret why the hell you did that to a car that has already been launched into the market” Shoving him away, I watch as Mr Fenrir pulled out his phone and dialed a number and almost immediately the person from the other end answered. “I am sending an address to you, I want you to send some of your boys here. I have someone who has volunteered to stay at the frontlines” He immediately ended the call and turned to the man. “Just pray to whatever god You serve that you come out of this one alive” he raked his finger through his hair before standing up, “take this bastard out of my office and make sure to have the banks freeze all of his