Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Novels & Stories

I unstalled it quickly and had it open no more than barely enough to look through. What I saw made me shudder. fires burned in the streets. Black-helmed men moved between buildings with a presence too large—to too utterly big—to be mere bandits. The air rang with screams of human beasts And then I beheld them. Werewolves. Not the usual wolves, but giant red-eyed beasts with speck-covered glowing fur and blood. Werewolves. I struggled to gasp, as finally realization caught up. No bandit raid, this time. War had come to Green Hills.

"How long does it last?" "Until one of us dies, or you reject me" way to be blunt about it I roll my eyes at him she has to know the truth, I don't think she scares easily "Reject you?" She is now able to turn her head a slight amount. she was able to move so soon even a tiny bit. It now makes sense why Fenris believes she isn't totally human "Yes you have to say I Rebecca White reject you Fenrir Greymane son of Loki, the first Lycan"

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.

Alsie POV- I was standing face to face with one of the biggest wolves I’ve ever seen. He was the size of a small elephant, grey and black with bright green eyes. I knew, I knew him from somewhere, but I don’t recall ever seeing him before. [It’s Fenrir.] [Thank you, Rana.] [Dante, Kane, Fenrir is in the kitchen.] “I’m not looking for trouble Rana. I want to clear some things up. I need to talk to the human you, not the wolf you.” Fenrir said, standing in my kitchen.

“Justin’s army is only four hours away. They have over two hundred and fifty wolves… and something else.” Fenris’s body went stiff. “What else?” The wolf scout looked bad, his face terrifying and rough. “They have dark wolves. They are twisted ones. Their eyes are black and they move like the dark shadows that go along as wolves walk. I think the witch is with them too.” A great silence fell over the hall. I felt cold fear stand right in my stomach and I realized Fenris was feeling I had that in my mind. “Be calm,” he whispered, his voice soft in my ears.

Fenrir's gaze turned to Elea, and Ana felt a chill run down her spine at the intensity of the creature's glare. "Stay out of this, Elea," Fenrir growled, his voice dripping with menace. "The child and the wolf-creature belong to me." Elea's expression hardened, and Ana felt a surge of power emanating from the woman's form. "They belong to the Blackwood, Fenrir," Elea said, her voice firm and unyielding. "And I will not allow you to take them." Fenrir's lips curled into a snarl, and Ana watched in horror as the creature's massive frame began to shift and contort, its features becoming more bestial and inhuman with each passing moment.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

Its voice was filled with pure darkness I felt every hair rises along my skin. "Aren't you going to tell me?" it again asked as I felt his cold nose and hot air from its mouth touching my neck. I screamed. "Arrh....," I heard the wolf cry out as if it was in pain moving quickly away from me. My eyes opened terrifyingly and there I saw the grey werewolf lying on the ground covered in blood. He was headless. I remained in the same spot even though he was dead, I still wasn't safe. A larger werewolf than him, a very dark one that looked like night taking the form of an animal until it was time to darken the sky was before me. It was looking down on his own kind it had killed. One of my hands ac

"It's not time yet. We cannot outsmart them. We're not prepared." "We have no choice." Fenris glared at the humanoid when it met his eyes. I stepped back a little. The Dark Summoner's eyes were glowing red like a fire that could easily burn us alive. It was tall; taller than a six-footer man; a humanoid wolf, standing with two huge, black paws; a black monster werewolf. Fenris' greyish-white fur grew even his claws while he stared deeply at the only humanoid outside the circus. "Not now, Fenris," Slender whispered.

"You swore to reject the human. You agreed she was a disease and promised to refuse her as Luna no matter what." "We agreed the situation required careful observation." Theron smiled. "We never said we'd commit treason by challenging Basileus's mate. Choose your words more carefully, wolf." Fenrir was beyond enraged. He shifted mid-lunge, his massive black wolf form tearing through his clothes as he launched himself at Theron. The Fae-vampire hybrid raised one elegant hand, causing thick vines to erupt and wrap around Fenrir mid-air before slamming him into the ground with bone-crushing force.