Fennah Characters Novels & Stories

"Beyond killing that guard. Fenna, can you check for any signs of dark magic near Luna's room? Anything that might tell us what we're truly dealing with?" Fenna nodded, already moving toward the nursery window, her hands hovering carefully over the wooden frame as she began murmuring soft, focused words under her breath. Gianna and Nolan watched in tense silence as the healer's expression grew increasingly troubled, her brow furrowing deeper with each passing moment. "There's something here," Fenna said finally, straightening up slowly. "Markings, very faint, almost impossible to see with ordinary eyes. But I sense old magic in them. Something I've never encountered before in all my years of

She hadn’t been who I wanted but once I saw her nice tits and taut body I said fuck it and kept her to entertain my pack of fucking horndogs who feel the need to fuck like young pups on E. I wanted the little shits nanny but Hannah was the next best thing giving that she too knew the pack lands and hidden passages in and out of the Carters home. She knows the pup princes and what ever abilities they might be showing are learning to control, she knows everything about them and my employer very must needs the information but the stupid fucking cunt has kept her mouth shut and refuses to tell us anything other then how fucked we are when my sweet little Ferrah and her alpha find out she’s missi

I thought about it. His face. His silhouette. His cooking. The way he always waited for me after work. Honestly, it was hard not to fall for Fennrick. “What a waste,” Lila sighed dramatically. “If only he wasn’t a fox fae gone off-track. Why don’t you get another one to distract yourself? Move on, girl!” I shook my head. “Maybe someday. Not now.” I didn’t feel like it for now. After she left, my phone buzzed with a string of incoming transfers. Each one with more zeroes than the last.

Aralyn’s POV “I am Nethanaiah of Charterwallis, one of the elder mages of the land of faes. I mean no harm, especially not to the daughter of Malleteagan and Larissa,” she said, watching me with bright citrine eyes. Her eyes sparkled like the eyes of an owl on this gloomy night. Platinum blonde hair falling on her shoulders carelessly made her look angelic. “How do you know who I am? Where am I?”

"Hey, Fenton." Fenton looks at me. His broad smile wanes, and becomes curious. He gives me the look I’ve grown accustomed to receiving from men. It's the look that says they find me exotically beautiful, but choose to restrain their reaction out of respect for whatever man happens to be standing next to me. "Hi," Fenton says, offering a casual nod. "My name's Fenton." "Hi. I'm Dana," I reply politely. Fenton snaps his attention back to Alex, shaking his head in disbelief. "Dude, it's been a whole age since I last saw you. How is your sister Fanny doing?"

Back to that evening when Fidelia and the store employees met and devised the perfect plan to lure them into a trap. Since Venn already knew Kenny and Lucy's faces, they couldn't reach him. Instead, Anna, Catelyn, and a few other members will be the ones to approach Venn. On the contrary, Kenny, Lucy, and Jack will approach Brenna. Because Brenna is a sophisticated and suspicious fox, in order to win her trust, the plan must be free from loopholes and flaws.

Luke's Office. The lady's smile didn't waver as she adjusted her sunglasses, seemingly unfazed by Luke's skepticism. "You may call me Fena." Sienna exchanged a wary glance with Luke, the tension in the room increasing. "Who is the woman? Do you know her from somewhere?" she asked through mind link. "No, I don't. This is the first time I'm seeing her too," Luke answered. Sienna faced her. "And why should we trust you, Miss Fena? Why do you want to help us in defeating Adriel?"

He told me what he was building and why the angle mattered and did not ask anything about me until I asked something about him, which I found immediately respectful. Fen was the one running supply lines. She was twenty-four and precise and had the quality of someone who had done their grieving and come out the other side of it into something more useful. She looked at my silver arm for exactly one second, decided it was not her business, and told me where the food stores were.

As Fenna slowly approached, Lillian feigned ignorance and said, "Wanda, let me introduce a friend of mine. She's my best friend, Fenna Hudson." Mila didn't play along with Lillian. She smiled and asked, "Since you're Fenna's best friend, don't you know that she's Nathan's assistant?"

Jenni I am back in the clearing. The heat is unbearable, the smell of burning flesh and fur is so intense it is seared into my senses. The screams of agony for help and death are louder still, I can feel my skin start to bubble with pain as it starts to fill with water and puss. The pain is so bad I am screaming and I hope that it isn't coming out to where my family can hear. I don't want them to know that I am in pain, I want to save them from that. I look to the balcony and the figure is still there, but he is not alone. There is a woman, her long blood red hair blowing in the wind, I can smell her wolf, along with something else, and her aura is evil. She looks right at me and smiles, the