Novel & Cerita Fenrir Harry Potter

His eyes turn on me as he says these words directly to me. “I told you she is a bleeding heart, now watch” his cold glare is replaced with a sinister amusement. I frown but freeze the minute I hear her. Both Enyo and I spin around at the same time; Harriet is being carried forward by one of his warriors. My blood runs cold, Enyo seems to stop breathing as the fury rolls off her in droves. We both never take our eyes off the screaming child that is being half carried half dragged. Towards us. I reach out to Trent ‘Can you reach the pack in the bunker?’ his wolf's head is tilted down for a second then he shakes it. I feel his panic, my own rising by the second.

"Leave Hendrickson to me and face that weird looking guy." "What weird looking guy?" I asked. I traced his attention and my eyes landed on Fenrir. The dark magic always already eating him up and disfiguring his body. He now looked hideous. "Alright." I walked toward Fenrir fearlessly while he walked toward me, smiling like he had won a trophy.

The only non-animal child they’d had was a daughter called Hel, a goddess who was beautiful down one side of her body but a withered corpse on the other. The man standing with Griff was more like an angel than a god. He had a mop of golden curls that framed a classically beautiful face of high cheekbones, full lips, a darker stubble, and eyes like vibrant turquoise. Men like that didn’t exist. At least not in our pack. “How did Fenrir gain a human form?” I asked. Hades folded his arms across his chest. “According to his sister, Fenrir performed a heinous act of magic to end the world.”

Terrick frowned, instead of feeling sorry the little girl rolled her eyes. "Not as much as I missed Catrina." She said and Catrina laughed. Elie's eyes move to the man who was looking at her with curiosity. Instead of feeling scared like most of the people who are looking at him, the little girl instead move closed to him "hi am Epie, what is your name?" She tilt her head to the side looking at him with amusement. People know Fenrir as a ruthless god who will only be nice to because he wants you to do his bidding, couldn't help but worry for the little child. To their surprise the king stretch out his hand and said

I don’t know how well the magic transforms me, but if it’s up to the point where I can feel goosebumps in a situation where Cain would have never felt anything, then I'd say it’s thorough. Is this why I have crescent eyes now? Because of the magic from the staff? “You still haven’t given me an answer Fenrir.” I take one last look outside before looking at him. “I am bound to be confidential in my dealings with the Lycan king. For now, I only exist as his prisoner.” Horace chuckles and smirks condescendingly. “That must be nice. Being confidential because you’re probably second best. Everyone knows Lyros has the hots for his silver-haired dog. What was his name again?”

“A powerful being, descended from Fenrir himself, the one who fought the Special Child centuries ago.” My breath caught in my throat. Fenrir. The name alone sent chills down my spine. I had heard the legends, the stories of the great battle that had shaped the history of werewolves and Cupbearers alike. Fenrir, king of the werewolves and the special child, had fought a mysterious battle that till today nobody knows who won.

Zinjo roared loud enough to scare the grotesque hoard back a few feet, “We are visiting dignitaries, This is Aurelia princess and heir to the throne of Shadowfen, and I am Zinjo of Kiazangi.” The giant's expression changed to one of utter devotion, “I am Isaac Harbinger. My research made real,” He fell to his knees and gripped Zinjo's pantleg, “Tell me the formula for such a change. Your forms represent everything I ever hoped to achieve. Please tell me.” The desperation in his voice and the anger in Zinjo's face at his words put tension on the scene.

I also need to control my energy better, so I dont end up wasting more energy than I need to. Fenrir takes a deep breath before surrounding his body with magic aura. 'I need to tap into my full potential. This feels like nothing compared to the first time.' As Fenrir taps into the anger he felt while trying to save Luna, the fire around his body starts to get more erratic. The flame's colors start to change from orange to red. The stone beneath him is scorched due to the intense heat.

The creature destined to stomp on all those sitting on high horses. And with what they’ve done to her tonight, he will make sure they will be stomped deep enough into the soil that they end up in hell. Fenrir howls to the full moon before lunging. There was a sorcerer among them, and that was all he needed to know. They could wisp out magical specks of dust from their wands and cast magic spells with them, but they are no threat to him. He won’t give them the chance to open their filthy mouth.

Thank heavens I am willing to cut off her jaw. “I admire your tenacity. Wait here. I'll be right back,” Fenrir said, disappearing into the woods. I was a bit bothered about his sudden movement but I hoped for his sake that it is worth the wait. He has already failed me on countless occasions, I didn't want to have to discard him. He returned some minutes later with some potion in a bottle. I am excited that this man has gone the length of involving magic just to bring my enemy to the ground. However, there was no smoke or magical clutter oozing from the bottle like it usually was in these sorts of bottles. It was just some plain old green coloured powder which wasn't smelling as vile as it l