Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Novels & Stories

The battlefield stilled under the moon’s mournful glow. Every breath of wind carried the scent of blood and shredded fur, and the ground trembled with the wrath of the rampaging wolf. The creature was monstrous—twice the size of an ordinary werewolf, with bulging muscles covered in patchy fur. Its eyes was filled with hate, wild and rabid from the effects of the corrupted Fenrys Serum. Blood dripped from its fangs as it stood amidst a pile of broken bodies—its own comrades—having ripped through them in blind rage.

It made everyone jump and fall silent. "What’s happening? Did someone come in late and decide to make a dramatic entrance?" Saphira softly asked. "It's Xavier Hellfire. He’s the alpha of the Dark Walker Pack. He’s extremely powerful, ruthless, and aggressive. No girl wants to be with him due to that. I’ll honestly feel bad for any girl who he gets as a mate," Lilly softly explained to Saphira. Saphira gulped and nodded at this. She hoped that this Xavier wasn’t her mate at all.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

Dagon remembers the first time he heard about the Fenrir wolf. He had just become alpha then, still young and full of hunger; hunger for power, for strength, for something beyond what the world had to offer. The stories said the Fenrir wolf’s blood could bend death itself, and that one had been born again after two centuries. He knew he had to find it, to claim it before anyone else did. It took him years, countless failed hunts, and many bodies, but when he finally found the rogue pack hiding the child, he didn’t hesitate to burn the pack to the ground and kill their alpha.

We found out that Alpha Grey had killed more than ten percent of the members of the Whitefang Pack, men and women even children were not spared from his havoc as he would tear and eat them whole leaving just there bones on display before he would transfer to another area, on those bad days of his rampage when he could not be controlled and subdued, he would break through his chains and escape out of the Pack house to the town's where he would hide in the shadows and hunt for victims who were drenched in fear, most of his attacks were normally aimed at those who were horrified and scared and we have drawn a conclusion that he mainly fed on the fears of people, their flesh was just an added ad

He yells out overr the sound of Ashs screams. Slow motion was in full swing as we all witnessed the shift right before our very eyes. First, light gray fur starting sprouting all over her body from herarms to her legs, well pretty much everywhere. Nate and Chris tried their best to keep Toni and Kim as calm as possible while I tend to Ash and Paul watches on just incase he is needed. After what seems like hours, but really has only been minutes, Ash is fully transformed into a beautiful light gray, almost white wolf with a black marking on her forhead that is the shape of a half moon.

Someone my family and I trusted implicitly has betrayed us, and someone I was taught to be wary of has helped me, taken care of me, disregarding the great peril to himself and his pack. I clear my throat while the Werewolf shakes his head, appearing befuddled. Then the light in his eyes changes. There’s a dangerous glint in them as his body goes rigid. He’s listening hard. “I…” I begin, but he silences me with a finger on his lips. I frown, trying to comprehend this sudden change in his manner. His shoulders are tense, his muscles taut, and his ears grow pointed and furry before my eyes. They twitch, but every other part of him is absolutely still. He looks every bit the predator he is. Has

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

It’s against the Werewolf legendary rule," I said sternly. She grinned from ear to ear as she kneaded her elbow. "Yes, you will be crowned the Werewolf queen this year." "First and foremost, I must assassinate those five assassins." Nyka later went to the Felis farmstead to carry out our plan for tomorrow. I went into my room and looked out the window. His large eyelashes and the lamp light near his bed table fell on his face as he slept blissfully. It accentuated his attractiveness and sped up my heartbeat. Amethyst, just don't forget about your vengeance and divert your attention away from it. With a shake of my head, I exhaled deeply. He abruptly awoke from his slumber and gazed around, a

Angel Soon, a tall man with onyx-coloured eyes, as dark as two abysses, entered the place. My wary eyes inspected him cautiously as I tried to find out who and what he was. He looked normal, except for the grey wick of hair in the middle of his otherwise very dark hair. I’d never seen a werewolf with grey hair before – it wasn’t a thing since our kind doesn’t age. Even without being able to smell his scent, something told me that he wasn’t a regular werewolf.