Fennekin Mga Nobela at Kwento

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“ Me first! “ One of the pups demand “ No, me first, Jayden! “ A pup cries “ Mabel promised me that I could go first since I went last time, “ the pup said bossily. Their innocent playfulness makes me smile. A real, genuine smile for the first time in a long time. I wish my biggest problem was what number I was in the breakfast line. “ Katty, tell them I can go first, “ Faye said with puppy dog eyes. Her teary eyes almost convinced me, but if I wanted to be a Luna I had to be fair. “ Maya, Mabel, handle this, “ I commanded whilst finishing the eggs. “ Since when were you in charge? “ Maya complained Oh my lord, I didn’t have time for this. “ My father, the alpha of this pack, did. Do what I

Lesia swayed her feet inside the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell while admiring Dark Thea. Meanwhile, Hemera muttered, “Does this mean we have one more companion?” Fennec shook his head, saying, “I don’t like this smelly guy.” Lesia immediately retorted, “Idiot. He is a mount and not even qualified to be a pet. He isn’t on the same level as us.” Fennec giggled after hearing her reply. The next moment, Taotie let out a muffled groan, and his body began to shrink.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

every slight, every look from Serena, until it all spilled over. Spilled over? Honey, you flooded the basement." Fen stopped at the edge of a stagnant pool of water. He turned around, his silver eyes glowing with a sudden, sharp intensity. "You didn't just project dominance. You claimed the room. That’s an Alpha-Born trait, but you don’t have the bloodline for it.

He roared, a sound of pure defiance that shattered the remaining windows of the hall. Kaelen was resisting the bloodline corruption. He wasn’t just an heir; he was a warrior reclaiming his soul. His form began to shift, his stature growing larger, his muscles rippling with a new, divine density. This wasn’t a standard shift. White-silver markings appeared like lightning bolts across his fur as he entered his true Ancient Alpha form. He stood tall, a monument of silver and shadow, his gaze locking onto Fenrir with a hatred that spanned centuries.

I lunged for him as he fell from the sled, his skin beginning to smoke. "Stay back!" he roared, his voice cracking. He tried to shift, but his body wouldn't obey. His bones would start to snap and reform, only to be forced back into human shape by the searing light. From the shadows of the pass, Fenris emerged. He was older than Marek, his hair a mane of white fur, his eyes a chilling, translucent blue. He didn't look like a King; he looked like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.

I scoffed as I pushed the seat back preparing myself to leave. Low growls filled the room instantly. Rowan and Fenrik stood in front of me growling. “You wouldn't dare!” Fenrik roared, flashing his flaming red Alpha eyes at me. Fenrik is the oldest Alpha alive; he had been friends with my grandparents or so Asher says. He is strong and has won countless battles and conquered lands. I'm certain I can break his bones but where's the fun in that. A snarl left my lips as Anuba growled inside my head.

Last time I saw Fenrir, they were royal purple, like molten amethyst under the moonlight. Kassian’s wolf, Fenrir, is a stark contrast to Rowan’s Rune. Fenrir is larger, faster, stronger—an overwhelming force of raw power and ferocity that Rune, with his quieter, more agile presence, could never match. Yet, it isn’t just size or strength that sets them apart. It’s their eyes—those unmistakable marks of their deviance. Fenrir’s were a regal, commanding royal purple, while Rune’s shimmered a softer, almost ethereal lilac. Together, the Draven brothers were known for this rare and legendary trait. No shifter alive could mistake them—their wolves’ eyes were their signature.