Fenrir Abilities Novels & Stories

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.

Ben on the other hand froze on the spot, his eyes widened like he just saw a horror scene. “ Dad” Hudson called, snapped him out of his shock. “ Are you ok?” Hudson asked and he nodded absentmindedly. “ Can you explain what just happened to us Bernard?” Alvara asked. “ Fenris Force” Ben muttered immediately which caught everyone off guard. “ What?” Alvara asked faintly. “ What’s a Fenris Force?” Hudson asked and that was when Ben looked up. “ Fenris Force is a phenomenally strong power that gives someone the ability to destroy everything or anything by using their pressurized magical energy to manipulate the interaction that holds photons to neutrons”

Kaelen's grip on my hands was the only thing keeping me from dissolving into the ether, but I could feel him trembling too, his own silver energy sputtering as the shield reached its breaking point. "Seraphina! Hold on!" Fenrir's voice was a ragged shout that barely pierced the void-hush. He was a nightmare of silver and shadow now. Fenrir had exhausted his last trace of ancient power, throwing himself into the gap to intercept the swarming void minion tide. He was a lone sentinel against a thousand faceless horrors, his body covered in weeping, corrupted void wounds that glowed with a sickly gray light. Every movement he made seemed to cost him a piece of his soul, but he fought on, his cla

The first clash was brutal. Winter hurled himself into the fray with a feral grin, blades flashing as he weaved between enemies. Oragon fought like a ghost, striking from blind angles and vanishing before anyone could retaliate. Lysara and Gabriel stood back-to-back, magic arcing between them in controlled bursts. Fenrir was something else entirely. Silver light wrapped around him as he moved, his blade singing through the air. Each strike was precise and lethal. I could feel his restrained power. Just from the amount seeping to him was already strong, and to think that he's still holding back his true strength.

he said, nodding towards my battered silver band, "are hard to come by." "My twin and I wear a matching set," I said, spinning it with my thumb. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because you need to know what we can do." He sat up, eyeing me warily. "When I take it off, the world changes. It looks the same, but foggy, and I don't see people anymore, I see their souls. It's a pretty pointless ability really," I said, staring at my hands. "Lills is different though. She closes her eyes and sees the taken. She can interact with them and hear them speak. I can't. The ones I see are just dim reflections. It doesn't have much of an effect on me, but it takes a lot out of her."

We won't hurt you. Nyra answered with a deep growl. Earn me. Fenrir blinked. What? If you wish to stand beside me... prove your worth. The challenge had barely left her mind before she attacked. She was unbelievably fast. Her claws raked across Fenrir's shoulder before he could counter. Pain shot through our body. Fenrir stumbled. She didn't stop. Again. Again. Again. Each strike came from a different angle. She wasn't simply stronger. She was smarter.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

I looked up at her puzzled, I could hear your heartbeat Zeev, it was right beside me and I could feel the flow of blood, I know you want me and I do too Zeev," she said, holding my hand in hers. " I'm afraid I'll lose control Fenrir, every day when I take a bath for you, the scent of your blood is addictive and it takes a lot for me to control myself, and the sight of me marking you might make me lose control finally, " I said with stunted breaths.

"I thought I was going to have to limp back to reality." "Do not thank me yet," Fenrir grunted, sitting down with a heavy thud that sent up a small cloud of dust. His silver eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me squirm. "Your healing abilities are still incredibly slow, Zane. One of my primary attributes is instantaneous cellular regeneration, and you haven't been able to properly use it at all. If that had been a real blade coated in silver-poison at the border, you would have bled out before your brain even registered the hit."

This she could deal with, cursed objects were her specialty. “Let me take it out, open your mouth. Trust me.” She said and he would, he really, really would but unless he was a wolf it wasn’t coming out. He’d love for her to do it. Just hearing her say it made him want to, but he doubted that it would work in their favor. The pressure on his mind was trying to make him shift. Trying to force his hand. Fenrir decided right then and there that he was going to kill Surt the moment he saw the giant. This was hell and that thing wasn’t going to own him like the rest had. He’d devour the world on his own, not when someone forced his hand.