Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Novels & Stories

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

"Stop acting like we're best friends." Liana looked at the gun held limply by his hand. It was facing down and the safety was on. She charged at him and they both fell, his head hitting the floor with a thud. She winced and tried to get up but he grabbed her hand. She tried to bite his while pulled her down with so much strength that she fell on top of him. She heard a deep animalistic growl and saw his body twisting and fur growing on it. She gasped before he hit her head with a pistol and she felt dizzy. Her world suddenly turned black.

“Why don’t you try again? This time, suck my cock better.” He bent down, leaning close to my ear, and growled in his wolf voice, “Open that pretty mouth of yours!”

One of the vampires shrieked, and Black ran towards them with angry eyes and slashed at him, wanting to separate his head from his body if it wasn't for his treachery from behind. Aaron turned with him to support him, as the Alpha could not fight them alone. That is impossible! Zayn backed away and howled so loudly that the vampire retreated backwards with great fear. This howling is a call to the rest of his flock!!! One of them turned with wide eyes when he saw a large horde of wolves running in the distance headed by his Jack betta wolf and his father Stephen Black immediately transformed and wore what one of his wolves threw his teeth at him carelessly and hurriedly while his wolves foug

As soon as Shyfter said he ran with the Rogues, Rex's wolf emerged and melded with his human instinctively. "Whoa, Dark Alpha. Calm down. This is the result I spoke of before. You don't have the focus to control this. That's why we are here." Shyfter said. Seeing that Rex wasn't backing down or calming down, Shyfter had no choice but to show him what a blacked out wolf really looked like. Before phasing, Shyfter was a big wolf, after phasing, he was huge. Fur the color of a comet in the night sky, black eyes going red in an instant, he waited for Rex to charge. Shyfter didn't have to wait long. *Shyfter*

I can’t stop. I tear through the mass, my growl louder than the chaos. My Lycan, Fenrir, has never been this blood-thirsty. Leah's sweet scent, laced with blood calls to me. I roar, shaking the trees violently. The wolf dragging her looks back a second too late. I hit him like a storm, aiming directly at his throat. I tear his lungs out with one furious bite, his screams echoing.

But he still looks meek against Fenrir. Fenrir was twice his size. A giant wolf, perhaps passing for a Lycan, the largest but long-extinct werewolf race. Fenrir’s wolf was skinnier but was evidently muscled and agile. He was a midnight black wolf, who had rich fur, and his dark eyes were more slanted, like that of a fox’s—unlike Flavian’s round, doe-like eyes. They were the perfect polar opposites. Their stark contrast, as much as I hate to admit it, is a fascinating thing to witness.

It was the heartbreak of learning the council chose for me as they did for my parents to unite my kingdom with my nearest alliance, the one that would tie the entire bloodline to one of the same species. We would finalize the line and then our unity to our own. He was not of my family, yet by this marriage, he would be. We needed this alliance. In these lands, there are only four species of werewolves: the higher domains of all, the black coats of the Fenrisúlfr, but of strength that could destroy the entire country if allowed, their body features are all the same, black hair, black orb eyes with bright sky blue iris, fair skin, and are as tall as trees, around the rumors they are known as t

My vision blurred, and for a moment, I thought I might pass out. When she pulled her hand away, her expression was unreadable. "Well?" Damien demanded, his voice taut with worry. Celeste tilted her head, studying me like a puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. "You weren’t lying when you said he’s special," she murmured. "He’s turning into a Fenrir." The word hung in the air, heavy and ominous. "A what?" I asked, my voice barely audible. "A Fenrir," Celeste repeated, her tone laced with awe. "A rare and ancient breed of werewolf. Stronger, faster, more resilient... and far more dangerous. There hasn’t been one in centuries."