Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

Fenrir shouted on the top of his voice and I sighed angrily. I was trying my best but I knew that it wasn’t enough… it could never be enough as I saw what he can without even turning. His human side is itself a beast and I don’t know what he’ll be when he’ll turn. “Exactly, he’s a Lycan, how can I beat him when I haven’t turned yet. How will I end his life without turning into a werewolf?” I asked while kicking the stubborn tyre twice my weight. Fenrir kept on looking at me as if was thinking something, I couldn’t understand his sudden reaction and ignored him while trying to lift the heavy asshole. I yelled loudly getting irritated from the sunlight burying deep into my eyes.

I was just trying to win sometime, hoping that Luther would notice that I was missing, and he would rescue me. “It’s not the same case when it comes to werewolves. Your power is defined by your rank, and you receive your rank by birth. The only way to have a higher rank is by killing someone who has a higher rank than you." "As much as I want to have this cultural exchange with you. I'm afraid that you need to see my gifts, after that, you showed me yours." The moment he spoke, his eyes terrifyingly changed to purple, it was something like lightning. It was lightning that showed up from his hands. As if it's not weird enough.