Fenrir Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Her bottom lip quivers and I see her eyes sparkle once more, filling with tears she isn’t allowing to fall. Fenrir turns away from her and I see him grab a nine-tail whip, which consists of nine individual rope ends with silver hooked blades at the end to break skin. The silver isn’t toxic to her, so it shouldn’t poison her. Then he places a big clear glass jar with black thick liquid inside. Obsidian. He dips the silver blades into it, coating them in the black liquid. She closes her eyes and I hear her let out a deep breath as he makes his way behind her. He raises his arm and with the first crack, her head flies up and her eyes glow gold. I see her clench her jaw, not letting a single noi

Oh goddess, he was delicious. I made my way to the table and sat in the empty chair next to Serena. I could barely look at him, now that I was so close. Glancing at Serena, I saw a little smirk. She knew exactly what I was thinking. His power washed over me and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. He was looking at me, he desired me. When I finally managed to look at him, I recognized him. Duncan Stanford, Fenrir. Classified as a terrorist by humans, but a hero to supernaturals. On par with me as ‘The Phantom’ in the eyes of the government. My comrade in arms, as it were.

“If you’re here to gawk, you can get the hell out.” “Oh, don't be so touchy,” Hazel smirked, leaning back in her chair. “I was just saying that you don't look like the terrifying, cursed, bloodthirsty beast that I've been hearing about, and I can't see any blood stains anywhere. It's disappointing really.” Fenrir growled low in the back of my mind, already irritated by her tone. “She’s mocking us,” he snarled. “Let me out. Let me show her the monster.”

"My ancestor, the first black wolf we know of, was named Fenris. It's an alternative name to Fenrir, a premier character in the story of Ragnarok." I wrinkled my nose. "Isn't that the end of the world?" "Something like it." I leaned in closer, eager to hear more. "Tell me about it." David opened the book to the marked page and began to recount the story of Ragnarok. "I'm not terribly interested in the end," David explained. "Fenrir is the son of Loki and a monstrous wolf. His quick growth, large size, and massive power were a concern to the gods as they couldn't bind him."

Still, I refused to show any weakness before him. "What abilities are you talking about?" I demanded, my voice tinged with defiance. Fenrir smirked, enjoying my confusion. "Oh, don't play coy, Scarlett. I saw how you fought back earlier. Your powers are far from ordinary. You possess a unique connection to the arcane energies that flow through this world." My eyes narrowed. "And what if I do? That doesn't mean I'll join your twisted cause." Fenrir chuckled darkly. "Oh, you'll join, whether you like it or not. Back to why we are here. My Boss will be seeing you soon.”

Meanwhile, Nyx was getting worried, and Juno and Knox were equally concerned. Juno said gravely, "Fenrir was one of the most powerful beings ever born into this world. I think it's too risky, and you can't afford to suffer any mishaps right now. Plus, he was also tainted by the blood of the Vampire Queen. She's without a doubt the most terrifying existence in this world. I strongly urge you, even if Knox gets upset with me for saying this, don't try it." Nyx did not say anything, just shook her head firmly.

Mike took a few minutes to finally give me and answer, one that knocked me off my axis "Fenris or as he was once called Fenrir is the son of Loki and Angrboda. Loki possesses many powers some we will never know fully because you cannot believe a word that comes out of the tricksters mouth, but I can tell you he passed down a handful to Fenris such as astral projection, shape-shifting, hypnosis, molecular rearrangement, energy blasts, levitating, conjuration, cytokinesis, telekinesis and teleportation. Now that's just from his father, nobody knows what he inherited from his mother but what I can tell you is she was a dark forest witch one who favored the shadows" "I can tell you though Connor

Last time I saw Fenrir, they were royal purple, like molten amethyst under the moonlight. Kassian’s wolf, Fenrir, is a stark contrast to Rowan’s Rune. Fenrir is larger, faster, stronger—an overwhelming force of raw power and ferocity that Rune, with his quieter, more agile presence, could never match. Yet, it isn’t just size or strength that sets them apart. It’s their eyes—those unmistakable marks of their deviance. Fenrir’s were a regal, commanding royal purple, while Rune’s shimmered a softer, almost ethereal lilac. Together, the Draven brothers were known for this rare and legendary trait. No shifter alive could mistake them—their wolves’ eyes were their signature.

The battle in Fenrir's mind raged, his pure love for Sophie against the sickening pull of the darkness that Vespera and Adonis were forcing upon him. "Crawl over here and suck" Vespera commanded. Her perfect pussy on full display. Fenrir was like a dog crawling over to her on his knee. His mouth open up and his tongue clasp her pussy like a hungry puppy. He sucked with all his mind. Like his life depends on it. Low moans was leaving his mouth while he swallowed every bit of sweetness he sucked out. His monster was hard and throbbing in respond.

Seraphina knew she couldn’t ignore a direct question from Lady Lissandra and tried to calmly answer her “I am not sure what you mean my Lady, I do not know what a familiar is, only that I am disfigured” Lady Persephone’s blue eyes bore into her with a deathly coldness as Lord Silverus spoke up “Disfigured? That is nonsense, do show us your markings er..er.. What is your name?” “Seraphina my Lord” she whispered in reply. Seraphina wished to the Gods that the floor would just open up and swallow her whole. “Seraphina, please do show us your markings, it is so rare to see a Dhampir with a familiar” Responded Lord Silverus. Seraphina frowned slightly, she did not know what a familiar was however