Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Novels & Stories

But it makes sense to us. I am Fenrir, the God of Hell, the Harbinger of Death. My werewolf abilities are not limited to one form, as I can shift into a Lycan or a combination of the two, making me a powerful force to be reckoned with. Like my sister, I have magical abilities. “Do you fancy going on a brief trip to see our niece?” I ask, and Theo chuckles.

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

I was escaping this nightmare. I stopped by a massive oak tree to catch my breath, my heart beating rapidly. I looked back, expecting to see The Enforcer's glowing blue eyes in the dark.or any of his guards, But there was nothing but shadows. Then, suddenly the wind shifted. A low, guttural growl vibrated through the air, coming from the bushes directly in front of me. Two glowing dark grey eyes, snapped open in the darkness and my heart skipped a beat. "Human.." a voice snarled from the throat of a massive Gray furred wolf stepping into the light. "Hmm.. isn't this a delightful snack."

“Traders don’t usually come through the Forsaken Pass.” I smiled thinly. “We don’t usually have cause to. But the rebellion’s ended, the north has frozen over, and opportunities are rare these days.” He looked up then. Grey eyes. Not human. Not vampire either. But something as old as a vampire, perhaps elven in bloodline but long diluted. His gaze lingered on me longer than I liked. “You brought a wolf,” he said slowly. Eyeing Fenrir. “A tracker,” I replied. “Loyal. Useful.”

As they fixed their wild eyes upon each other, I felt an even stronger sense of responsibility weighing down on me—the fate of my people now rested solely in the outcome of this fight. Fenrir, a massive werewolf with fur as black as night and eyes that burned like red-hot coals, let out a warning snarl that shook the foundations of the land. Lucian, his silver fur bristling, and a fierce defiance in his eyes, stood tall in preparation for battle.

Her pendant—two wolfsbane branches circling opposed helms—snapped and skittered across the gravel, spinning to a stop in a coppery smear. They dragged. She changed. The growl rose first—wet, subterranean—before the body followed. Bones unzipped and reset; sinew braided and surged; fur erupted through skin. In a breath, where Sara had been, a towering brown werewolf stood, eyes molten gold. Her left arm tore free. The blond didn’t even scream as her claws opened him face to gut, a red curtain dropping in one stroke. “The—fuck—RUN!” the big one choked. Three bolted, boots collapsing into slapstick panic. She didn’t chase.

My pulse quickened, but Beki made excited barks as though she was meeting an old friend. “Don’t tell me Fenrir’s the size of a blue whale,” I whispered. Griff rubbed his chin. “He once told me he couldn’t shift without destroying the village, but I didn’t completely understand what he meant until now.” Chunks of land rolled off the massive wolf as it rose onto four legs and raised his head toward the pale sky. Despite having remained underground for goodness knows how long, his fur was as pristine as Beki’s. The only difference between them apart from size was that Fenrir’s wolf had turquoise eyes, while Beki’s irises were cerulean blue.

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

that could be their weapon, power to dominate. “That is what other werewolves believe,” he threw light on me when he said that, of course, like humans, we have different beliefs. But, for a werewolf to say this, for the creature who killed my mother to say this? “I don’t know what you’re getting at but I loathe your kind,” I calmly said. “Too fearless of you to say that.” He calmly stepped back. My eyes widened when he shifted into a werewolf, his eyes remained the same but he became huge and his fur is a mix of grey and silver which I haven’t seen before. Due to my instinct, even without weapons, I used my fighting stance in case he attacks.