Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Novels & Stories

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

The earth shook so violently that wolves were thrown sprawling, and from the heart of the light came a shadowed figure that rose through the collapsing ground, its form indistinct until the brilliance eased enough for their eyes to hold steady. It was Fenric. He stood at the center of the torrent, his body wreathed in the silver fire of the hollow, his eyes ablaze with a light that was not his own. The wolves cried out in shock, some in fear, some in reverence, as his form towered above them with a presence greater than any Alpha they had ever known. His chest heaved with every breath but his gaze did not falter as it swept over them, piercing each wolf as if he carried not only his own sigh

"Or what?" Brette Grimwald motioned straight toward me. I was startled at how serious he was. I ran into the bathroom to get my stuff and hurried back to class. I know he won’t try to hurt me once he sees I’m not alone. My eyes widen in shock. He was too fast. Brette was standing before me, halting my every move. At that moment I felt quite foolish for trying to elude a Fenrir wolf. They were the most powerful werewolf of all werewolves that's why he was the future alpha of the pack.

The black pup that had been thrown aside lay barely breathing. Chloe, tears streaming down her face, crawled over and scooped him up. “Your… pup?” Kaeren stepped in front of me, his voice low but sharp. “Yes, my pup! Only a Golden Lycan could give birth to this pup, while you are nothing but a lowly Omega Black Werewolf!” “Lowly Omega? And you’ve been pretending to be a Golden Lycan for so long you actually believe it?” I asked.

A black wolf with sharp fangs broke through the window. Lilian felt a sense of relief upon thinking it was Morgan. But as the wolf turned its gaze toward her, she realized—this wasn’t him. She froze as the black wolf snarled, its glowing red eyes locked onto her. "This was no ordinary assassin—there was something dark, something unnatural about him," Aurora spoke. "That scent... Lilian, run!" Aurora shouted. But it was too late. Fenrir moved fast and grabbed Lilian's arm. She struggled to break free, but his massive paws pinned her down. His hot breath flared against her face as he growled.

Without hesitation, Alex's protective instincts kicked in. The sight of an innocent life in danger reignited his strength. He could see the intention to shoot in the men's eyes. With a burst of speed and power, he rushed forward, determined to save her. The scene erupted into chaos as Alex threw himself into the fray, With a roar, Alex lashed out, his claws raking across the concrete pillars, leaving deep gashes. He smashed car windows and hurled debris, each act of destruction, his primal fury unleashed once more. The men were caught off guard, their bullets missing their mark as Alex moved with supernatural agility. He fought with a ferocity that only a werewolf could muster, his red-shot

“Our son. Our blood.” “Silas!!” I tried to grip his arm, but his skin rippled with the strain of holding back his wolf. His teeth bared in a feral snarl. “She will pay with her life,” he spat, and before I could answer, his form twisted, bones breaking, fur bursting forth. In seconds, Fenrir stood in his place, massive and terrible, eyes glowing like two burning suns. He didn’t even glance back at me before leaping into the darkness, claws ripping through the earth as he chased her scent.

Unless I could reach him somehow. As I tried to rise, I was taken by the back of my neck with my hair tangled in his first. I could feel the very tips of his nails graze the skin that prickled in fear as I knew Grey Alluna would never hurt me. But Greydon the Wolf was dying to. I could see it in the way he studied the pulse in my neck, licking his lips at the thought of sinking his teeth in the waiting flesh. There was only a matter of time before he would get that craving met as even if we were to escape somehow, we were surrounded by hungry beasts all too happy to finish the job.

I say to Frank as Alia and I walk over and stand next to the others. "Shut up cousin, because when I'm done kicking his ass you're next." Frank points over at me before they both shift into their huge grey wolves. Freddy, Frank, and Fin all have grey wolves. Freddy wolf is a darker grey than Frank's and Fin wolf is an ashy grey.

It was a deep, pulsing crimson. The key flew straight into Fenris’s chest, sinking into his skin. Fenris screamed as his body began to bloat and twist. His blonde hair fell out in clumps, replaced by oily black scales. His amber eyes turned into pits of fire. "The key didn't melt," I whispered in horror. "It changed owners." Fenris stood up, but he wasn't a man or a wolf anymore. He was a monster—a twisted hybrid of a werewolf and a Blight-dragon. He looked at his new claws and let out a laugh that sounded like a saw cutting through bone.