Fenrir Greyback Werewolf Novels & Stories

"You're going to expose the whole pack! Calm the hell down!" Fenris snaps his head around, and my breath physically hitches in my throat. His bright blue eyes are entirely gone, replaced by a swirling, terrifying void of pitch black and glowing gold flecks, the irises completely bled out by his wolf, Damian. His jaw is already partially shifted, his canines brutally elongated and dripping with saliva.

Another heavy step followed, then another, until the titan fully revealed itself. Fenrir emerged, towering high over the treetops. His body resembled an impossible, monstrous wolf, but his coat flowed like living, churning shadows. Black, volatile flames drifted lazily from his heavy paws, and intricate crimson markings covered his body like rivers of pulsing, molten lava. His fangs were longer than greatswords, and his eyes held neither rage nor mercy. There was only an insatiable hunger. The nearby units of the Shadow Legion immediately fell to one knee in terror. Even Darius bowed deeply, his spear lowered. "My lord's greatest, most perfect creation..."

“We’re close.” Their presence grew stronger. Enemies emerged from the shadows between the trees, surrounding us in predatory silence. I felt my bones cracking and lengthening, claws emerging from my fingers, and the heat of fury burning inside me. Then I saw him. A massive black wolf with blazing red eyes slid through the others with an arrogant posture. He sat down calmly, defiant, his eyes fixed on me. I cracked my neck, expanding my ribcage, allowing Fenrir to rise closer to the surface, letting his bloody and voracious presence seep into every cell of my body. A roar escaped my throat—threatening, ancestral.

My lips curled into a giggle. “Oh, Xareth… you didn’t just upset the packs.” More witches followed behind her, their chants thundering through the darkening skies. The Witches of Iskareth Hollow. And they were furious. He stepped away from me, lifting his arms and muttering dark incantations. His lips moved too quickly for mortal understanding. His eyes began to shimmer, shifting from ember-red to eerie emerald, and his hands lit up with a ghostly green glow. He was losing time, and he knew it. He had to extract the cursed wolf now, before reinforcements crashed through his gates. Before he lost everything.

I struggled to catch myself, but found nothing but fur and teeth. We leapt across the rock face, claws digging into each other. My back crunched against the rocks. I rolled over and hit my shoulder hard. Pain shot through my body. My grip loosened. The wolf dug its claws into my back. For the first time, I got a good look at him. Its fur was dark, an almost black band across its thick back, fading to gray over its massive belly. His long face looked up at me, eyes so dark they were practically black into mine with a cold, calculating look. This wolf didn't just want to fight me over territory, he wanted to grind my bones between his teeth.

I need to force my body to move, I can't stay out in the open helpless like this. Fenrir is eventually able to force himself to stand up even though his body is still screaming in pain. He looks over at the lifeless bodies of Luna and Mortas. 'I'll have to wait to give them a proper burial, right now I need to find shelter and recover my injuries.' As he heads off to seek shelter in the Dark Territory something draws him back to Mortas. He walks over to his corpse. 'I feel an urge to start eating his flesh like some wild animal would do. But this isn't right, I can't do something like that. Well, maybe I can. I am technically a wolf, and last time I checked wolves dont get sick from eating r

The mention of a witness perplexed Maddox, he made a wild guess. “He could be the Alpha King himself, Hayden. The death of his wife hasn’t killed his hunting instincts.” “That’s the main point, Maddox!” Hayden got excited all of a sudden. “According to my reports, that Fenrir wolf was young with gray stripes on it, there was no distinctive sign on his forehead as well. He can be a half-breed, an illegitimate child!” “Impossible!” I glanced at Maddox’s red face as this new information blew my head away. The Fenrir wolves were sacred, not everyone had access to their private lifestyle. This discussion was really educational for me.

The wolves were circling each other and I noticed another rogue female vampire was above them waiting for the perfect time to drop down on Fenrir. "Not on my watch," I growled angrily and raced for the bitch. I dropped down on the female from above and knocked us both to the ground. I raised my fist and punched her chest. Grabbing a hold of her black heart I yanked and heard the rogue wolf cry out as I ended the life of its companion. The vampire turned into dust and I turned to see the gray wolf running off. Fenrir came to my side and licked my face. "Well it's obvious one of you likes me," I chuckled and scratched his ears. More licks to my face and I wiped the slobber away.

but yeah, not looking over there again. Then it happens. A howl rips through the sky—deep, savage. A massive black wolf, taller than a man, lands in the middle of the chaos. His fur ripples in strange patterns. His ears are jagged points. Fenrir. His size alone paralyzes me. But then I see his path—he’s heading for Bella and Citra. “NO! BELLA!” I scream. But the noise drowns me out. I ready a fire spell—useless. It bounces right off him.