Fenrir Abilities Novels & Stories

My survival instincts screamed at me to run, to hide, to get behind Orion’s massive frame. I turned my head. A single player was skating slow across the red center line, completely ignoring the league rules about staying on his own side of the ice. It was Fenrir Vane. The captain of the Ironclaw Titans. He was a notorious, ruthless Alpha who stood 6'2" and was built like an absolute tank. His face was covered in sharp scars from old ice brawls, and his long dark hair hung messy beneath his helmet. Fenrir was not just known for his violent body checks. He was famous for his mind games. He had a super-sharp sense of smell, a biological trait that let him read an opponent's fear, anger, or weak

Feng Shaotian muttered. “Appraisal!” Ding! [SSS Rank Violent Fenrir] Name: Ding Bang Talent: SSS Rank Title: Fenrir Sovereign Skills: Howl of Terror (S), Sacred Flame Swipe(B), Dashing Gale Step (A), Deterrence (SS). Special Ability: Body of the Wind [Howl of Terror(S)] * Have an area of effect in 500x500 meter inflicting fear effect to the enemies within range [Sacred Flame Swipe(B)]

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.

Warmth radiated from the palm Fenrir held against his back, infusing him with the same power he’d given me before I infiltrated the Sixth Faction with Ophois. “What are you doing?” Griff asked. “I can’t escape my prison to help you, but I can gift you with some of my power,” Fenrir said. “It’s enough to block any strikes and make sure any wounds he gives you heal.” “Can I give it to my mum?” Fenrir drew back and stared down at Griff through sad, turquoise eyes. From this angle, he looked like both a father and a savior, with a beauty that shone brighter than any angel.

she demanded, her voice surprisingly steady. Fenrir's gaze turned to her, and Ana felt a shiver of unease as she saw the raw power that radiated from the creature's form. "I want the power that flows through your son, Ana," Fenrir said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I will take it, by force if necessary." Ana felt a surge of determination, and she stepped forward, her expression resolute. "Over my dead body," she growled, her voice laced with a hint of defiance.

Instead, a dark chuckle slipped past his lips, taunting me. “Liar!” He roared, slamming me into the wall once again. I was blinded by the pain, the walls cracking against his pure strength. Blood trickled from my temple and my chin, my vision hazy, but I could clearly see the gleam of his amber eyes. “The crest of Fenrir is forged from the first flame. It can’t be destroyed by ordinary fire, not even a dragon’s breath can dent it.” He continued, raising me high above the ground.

Half-breeds were usually looked down upon by direct descendants of the Fenrir as they often used their enhanced physical talents for malice. Lastly, there was the omega of the pack. Usually, this was the weakest shifter who might not be called a shifter. They were born from Ambrose Fenrir’s powers but could not transform or tap into the power of the origin like their blood brothers. The only difference between an omega of a pack and a regular human or half-breeds was their ability to sense and listen to the origin. They might not be able to tap into the powers of origin like their brothers, but they could hear the sounds of nature, talk to animals and share telepathy with those of the same l

Her face reddened, crumpled her fist, and gritted her teeth. Rei’s pain tripled as Amaia said the words she didn’t want to hear. She is a wolf but her heart was like a human, opposite to the attitude of Amaia who can’t control her rage. She wanted to cry; almost her tears will fall at the peripheral vision of her eyes.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

I crush without mercy and without a second glance for those who get in my way. I want everything. I will take it all. Santo is having the time of his life. For the first time, he has the right to let loose the violence I have always channeled in him. Don Elio's crazy dog has neither his leash nor his muzzle around his neck. I let him unleash his hatred on our enemies and the obstacles that try to hinder us. Ganovese was part of the summit. Today we are the absolute masters of this city. And all that violence is because I can't get the affection back from the only woman I'll ever love.