Fennekin Novelas e Histórias

She said darkly, his eyes widened in fear and I chuckled amusingly. Her brothers, Akito and Kai. They are the ruthless and over-protective brothers that you can meet. I can't even believe they are over-protective of me and Faine. With them and my sister, no one can defeat the trio unbeatable but I wish they weren't that over-protective of us.

The first spear thrown landed in the shield, melting right away. Maintaining my stance, the electric snake around my feet slithered over to my enemy. The sand around his feet hardened, keeping him in place. I summoned a swirl of wind to engulf Fenon. The snake wrapped itself around him. Fenon cried out in agony. He held his throat as oxygen left the space he was in. Another bolt of lightning hit Fenon. He caught aflame. His cry of agony polluted the air along with his burnt scent. It continued until his cry faded. As the scent disappeared, so did he. Just when his ashes floated with the wind back to the sea Fel appeared out of nowhere. "What have you done?" Fuck!

The deafening silence seemed like it lasted for hours. "Was the food delicious?" she asked out of the blue. He lifted his gaze at her in shock. "Mh?." "I mean dinner, was it nice?." "Oh, sure it was." "Sabina is a very good cook, unlike Zara." "Sorry, which are Sabina and Zara?" Jason asked confused. Sophia smiled knowing he was always never down to earth. "Sabina is the short one, then Zara tall and lanky." "Just like you" he added jokingly.

When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior. Well, I see you've had good teachers. Who trained you, and where did you learn that? I've been training with the leaders of the River Ash Pack since I was six years old. They trained me and the Alpha's son together. This blow I just did, I learned from a Portuguese werewolf I met. He called it "Mataleão," which means "lion kill." - You have to explain that blow to us. - It will be my pleasure. - I answered him.

He is Fenrir Hasting, trainer of the Amory. “Hello, Fenrir, it is nice to meet you, but I am not sure what just happened. I was joking around, then felt a spike of rage, then they kneeled in submission and the rage disappeared. I keep having moments that happen, but I cannot control them like I am a passenger in my body.” The Fenrir is a title that is given to the lead trainer of the Amory. The Fenrir title runs in the genetic line. The same line produces the Jormungandr. They are usually brothers from the stories I remember hearing as a child. I wonder when I will meet him.

On Sunday morning, Fen the healer knocked on my door at nine with a cup of something that smelled medicinal and a request that he phrased as a question but delivered with the energy of a foregone conclusion. "I'd like to run some basic tests, if you're agreeable. Blood work, sensory calibration—we haven't had a half-dormant wolf arrive in my tenure and I'd like to understand your baseline."

The merchant's name was Fenn, and he came through Silver Fang territory twice a year. He was the kind of traveler that pack territories tolerated because he was useful, moving between settlements with a cart of dry goods and hardware and the particular currency of someone who had been everywhere recently and remembered everything. Packs that would never formally share information with each other shared it accidentally through men like Fenn, who collected what he heard without appearing to collect it and distributed it without appearing to distribute it, wrapped in the ordinary transaction of buying and selling things that people needed.

when Erica hopped onto the couch next to me and holding our fur baby in her hands held him towards my face and said that he wanted kisses and attention from his daddy now. I do love fur babies but not having them in my face. This woman of mine is going to drive me crazy! What next? She’s going to want him on the bed with us? “We need to name him. It’s got to be a cute but strong name, though, cos he’s going to grow up big and strong just like daddy. Isn’t that right, my handsome nooonoooz? You are such a good little boy and deserve only the best name” Ohhhh boy! Is this what it’s going to be like every day? Erica is smitten with this little guy and if I wanted to keep her happy and not rock

He could smell the gunpowder, the iron, the faint trace of wolfsbane clinging to their gloves. One of them jabbed him with the electric prod again. Fenrak’s body jolted—muscles seizing, veins rising like cords of steel. “Still breathing,” one muttered. “Not for long,” another replied. Fenrak raised his head slowly. His lip bled, but the smirk never faded. “You’re new to this, aren’t you?” His voice came low, amused, the words tasting of iron. “You don’t even know who you’ve caught.”

"Don't touch anything unless you want Fen to personally remove your fingers. She's particular about her toys." "Fen?" "Tech witch. Runs surveillance, hacks whatever needs hacking, glares at people until they confess things they didn't even do. You'll meet her later. She's probably watching us right now." He waves at the ceiling camera. "Hi, Fen. Be nice." I snort despite myself. "You always talk to cameras?" "Only the ones that can hear me judge me silently. Builds character."