Fennekin Novels & Stories

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

"I do not wish to die." The lids of his red eyes blinked again slowly. "Good, I do not wish to chain you. Bethanne said it saddens human females." Bethanne. I knew that name. She was claimed by this dragon one hundred years ago. We studied her in our history lessons. "How long did she live?" His front legs came out, landing a short distance from me. He flopped down, his head resting on his huge feet. His nose almost touched my robe. Sadness spiraled throughout every inch of his body clear to his tail, which circled around and settled over one of his legs.

Switching the shower on, I strip off and step into the hot water, as Aura explains. “Fenrir has gifts. He can open a portal from anywhere, even from hell. Fen can mask his scent, he can control the storms, plus he commands the armies of the underworld. He is powerful, but...” she sighs out and I stop shampooing my hair. “But, what?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

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.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

Bach glared at him, “Ariana, they’re bullying me.” “You deserve it this time I can’t help you.” I shrugged. He gasped slightly, frowning. “How is it possible though?” Fenrir spoke, the question aimed at Damon, “I’ve never heard of someone capable of repelling telekinesis.” “Well, now you have.” Fenrir frowned, “You are the most unbearable being I have ever met.” “Yet what you desired chose me. You could learn one or two.” I’d never seen Fenrir that triggered before.

One beast was supposed to devour the other, but this… to say I am stunned is putting it lightly. Arkyn has the split eyes of a Lycan but the slit irises of a fox spirit. “A hybrid?” I gasp, turning my gaze to Fenriz, who nods and has a look of pride in his eyes. “How?!” Fenriz chuckles, then ruffles Arkyn’s hair as his eyes meld into one again. “I don’t know, but one thing is for certain; the next Vega Alpha and his legend will surpass even mine.” He says with such pride that the surprise of knowing we have a Lycan/Fox hybrid for a son slips away.

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.