Cyberpunk 2077 Fenrir Novels & Stories

“You can still mind-link Franklin. Call for help.” I almost laughed. It was a bitter, broken thing. “What’s the point?” I rasped internally. “By the time he gets here, I’ll already be dead.” Fenrir snarled in frustration, his rage crackling through my fading consciousness like a dying flame desperate to reignite. “Weak,” he spat. “Insignificant. Pathetic excuse for a male.” His fury coiled tight, surging forward like a tidal wave. “Enough of this. I'm taking over.”

A low, vibrating growl erupted from the shadows behind the rocking chair. Zack froze. Two red pits of fire opened in the dark. Fenris stepped out. He was a massive, scarred Feral who had refused the cure. He hadn't shifted back to human in three days. His fur was matted with dried gore, his ribs showing through his flanks. He didn't move to attack. He just sat next to Lyra. He placed a heavy, clawed paw over her small foot. "Tell your dog to back off," Zack rasped, his hand hovering over the silver blade at his belt.

The guards stepped in the car and the driver started to drive out of the academia territory while the guard who was on the passenger seat looked at the front window, I glanced beside me and saw the prince getting inside, Rhyker pulled out his phone to text someone, suddenly I was feeling lonely. "Start talking." He said abruptly, making me move my legs. "What do you want me to talk about?" I looked at him, his side face always captivated my eyes. He was wearing the uniform, but then the emerald necklace that is supposed to be around his neck was on his forehead. His messy and brown hair was covering his forehead. It seems like my eyes are always drawn to him. "I love how you are staring at m

"Ean, don't leave, please!" She clung to Ean, but he slowly pried her hands off his arm, his tone hardening. "If you're really scared, I'll have the doctor give you something to help you sleep. You won't be scared anymore." Helen stared at him, her disbelief evident. I could not help but laugh bitterly. So, he was refusing her now? Why couldn't he refuse her back then? Ean stormed off, and I followed him. His assistant rushed over, breathless. "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage shows someone sneaking into the freezer that night. They were heavily disguised, and we're investigating it!"

"That doesn't matter. If he continues to kill because of his thirst for human flesh, I'm afraid he will become a feral wolf. We have lived here long enough to see it happen a few times to our own." .... Fenrir wakes up to find himself laying on the ground back in his homeworld. He sits up and finds that he has a massive headache. Girod, who is talking to Scias, notices Fenrir and walks over to him. " So, did you get the item?" "I..uh." Fenrir looks down at his hand to find that he is holding a bar of metal. "Is this it? When did I...?" Girod takes the bar of metal out of his hand. "Yes, this should be enough."

His nose was perfectly straight, his cheekbones high, and he had full lips that I imagined women swooned over. The most startling thing about Fenrir’s appearance were his eyes. Up close, they weren’t just turquoise, but a deep indigo around the edges, lit by white striations that flashed like lightning. I had to blink a few times to check that I’d seen them right. Flecks of gold added a touch of color, but the entire effect made me wonder if he had swallowed the sky.

The line picked up after a single ring. "Uncle," a deep, cold voice answered. It was Fenrir Vane. My nephew was the brutal enforcer and star defenseman of the Ironclaw Titans. At two hundred and forty pounds of pure, terrifying muscle, Fenrir was famous throughout the entire league for his scary, violent playstyle. He was a monster on skates. He did not care about sportsmanship, league rules, or heavy fines; he took a savage, primitive pleasure in breaking smaller players. He was exactly the kind of weapon I needed to solve this problem.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

Turns out the prick had been beating them all, his mum, sister and him. I grab us a beer from the refrigerator, handing him one, then I ask how Fen is doing. She is currently pregnant with their first pup. She is polar opposite to Trent, little and quiet, born an Omega she is so submissive sometimes Trent gets annoyed. He once told me she thought he would reject her for having no rank. That really got to him; he's not the type to care for any of that. He loves his mate and is not afraid to show her or others, I feel slight envy at times but hopefully soon I will be the same. This thought has my wolf purring as I think of my little mate.

"This body suits me better than Catherine's. Baby Katerina II's triple abilities help me during my instability." "You said you'd leave baby Katerina II alone after rescuing Catherine," Sophie grabbed her daughter. "I released Catherine, as promised," Fenrir corrected. "I never promised to abandon Katerina II. Our partnership is permanent, whether she agrees or not." Baby Katerina II's voice shockingly broke Fenrir's control. Mom, run. Lying about partnership. I can't stop him from taking over. When Fenrir goes feral, he'll use my body to kill everyone, starting with my loved ones.