Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Novels & Stories

The giant grey wolf stared at Seraphina with cold, silver eyes. It was Aurora. She had fully shifted into her beast form, and her massive body was tense, ready to spring. A low, rumbling growl vibrated in the wolf’s throat, and thick, warm saliva dripped from its long, white fangs.

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.

My senses exploded, the scent of blood, the sharp cry of a dying wolf, and the taste of dirt and rage all hit me at once. Fenrir tore through the remaining Ironclaw wolves, his movements like a savage blur. He lunged as his jaws closed around the throat of one of them, sinking his teeth deep until life drained out of him. His jaws clamped around another wolf’s throat and crushed it in a single snap. The body dropped limp before the blood had even finished spraying. Another leapt at his flank. He met it mid-air, and his massive jaws clamp onto its skull. One twist and its skull shattered like glass. He flung the corpse aside, its limp body skidding across the blood-soaked ground.

nights sent chills down our spine dangerous as our lives were hanging on a thin line. 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

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

The sickening sounds of all its bones breaking disturbs the silence hanging over us. As the Goblins body turns limp, Fenrir turns to show me its lifeless head hanging from his jaw. Black oil oozes out of it and falls at my feet. He snarls, unaffected by the taste of tar. I take a step back. Fenrir spits out the Goblins head as if it's a piece of gum and lowers his head, stalking closer to me. I know better than to turn my back on a feral wolf.