Fenrir Harry Potter Novels & Stories

His hands ran through my scalp as he took a handful of my hair in his hands. " You look beautiful and sexy with your hair let down your shoulders. I prefer the braids on you, you look like my princess, I want you to be dependent on me, I'm responsible for you so you should be happy, and trust me Fenrir, no one is going to take you away from me", he said again as if making a vow. ing to take you away from me, he said again as if making a vow.

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

he said, his eyes fixed at Lilian. "But what are we supposed to do now?" Lilian asked. "Who was that?" Morgan clenched his fists. "His name is Fenrir. And he won’t stop until we’re all dead," he snarled, as he remained on high alert. His golden eyes scanning the darkened streets for any trace of Fenrir. The black wolf had vanished, but his scent lingered—a mix of ash and blood telling him that another danger was coming. Lilian sat on the couch, still shaken. Aurora clutched her daughter's hand, her grip tight with fear.

“And I'm Hilda.” “Even after the whole story.” He started. “Aren't you scared? You should be scared.” He growled. Hilda moved closer to Keondra, scared. “You really need to work on your growl.” Keondra smiled. He turned to look at her momentarily but his eyes briefly fell to her lips. “So,” He cleared his throat and looked away. “What are you?” He asked. “What am I?” “Yeah, werewolf? Elf? I know you're not a demon.” He said.

The air in the room suddenly tastes sharp, heavy with the deeply intoxicating scent of woodsmoke, mint, and rich mahogany. ​"June." His voice is a low, terrifying rumble, thick with a chaotic mix of frantic relief and barely suppressed fury. ​I turn slowly. Fenris is standing in the doorway, his massive chest heaving as if he’s sprinted the entire distance from the ΦΟΜ house to the off-campus strip. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his eyes aren't their usual calm, stormy blue; the edges of his irises are bleeding into a brilliant, predatory, molten gold.

The weight of his twisted intentions bore down on her, suffocating any glimmer of hope that had momentarily brightened her dark reality. As I poured out my heart to Darius, he sat there, a statue of stoicism, listening to my every word without so much as a flinch. I bared my soul to him, recounting every detail of my recent misfortunes. However, it was when I revealed Fenrir's twisted plan to make me his next victim , and Darius's demeanour shifted dramatically. The mask of composure he wore slipped away, replaced by a sudden fury that crackled in the air like lightning.

I wasn’t sure I could trust him anymore. The same uneasy feeling I had been having about Janet, the same suspicion, I could feel it now when I looked at Jade. And that scared me more than I wanted to admit. “The creature you seem so attached to,” he continued, his lips curling into a faint, cold smile, “do you even know his name?” I didn’t answer, I shoved my hands into my pockets, hiding the way my fingers curled tightly into fists. “Fenrir,” he said, drawing the name out slowly. His smile widened just a little. “That’s his name.”

Bach glared at him, “Ariana, they’re bullying me.” “You deserve it this time I can’t help you.” I shrugged. He gasped slightly, frowning. “How is it possible though?” Fenrir spoke, the question aimed at Damon, “I’ve never heard of someone capable of repelling telekinesis.” “Well, now you have.” Fenrir frowned, “You are the most unbearable being I have ever met.” “Yet what you desired chose me. You could learn one or two.” I’d never seen Fenrir that triggered before.

Switching the shower on, I strip off and step into the hot water, as Aura explains. “Fenrir has gifts. He can open a portal from anywhere, even from hell. Fen can mask his scent, he can control the storms, plus he commands the armies of the underworld. He is powerful, but...” she sighs out and I stop shampooing my hair. “But, what?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.