Fenrir Novels & Stories

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 th

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

I said as I walked out the back door towards the outside sitting area. “Fenrir, do you have a mate?” I heard a lot of growling behind and around me after I asked my question. “Oh, shut up. He doesn’t have a human side, or form and he has a mate. Calm down you jealous ninnies.” Fenrir chuckled, “It’s in a wolf’s nature to be jealous and possessive of his mate. You have five, you have five times the jealousy and possessiveness to deal with. To answer your question, I have a mate and two sons. I would like to get back to them. I know over the generations there has been some bad blood between our factions. I’m over it. Rana and her

His eyes lock with Hunter's, reflecting a mix of anger, disappointment, and determination. Hunter looks at Finrir disappointingly, not fully realizing the gravity of the situation, and argues, "But this one is dead. They won't miss it." Finrir's eyes widen in alarm, teetering on the edge of losing his temper. In a tense moment, Finrir extends his hand, his fingers curved like claws, reaching toward Hunter's hair as if to forcefully drag him out. But Hunter, recognizing the seriousness in Finrir's gaze, understands that obedience is crucial.

“A week. Maybe more. He’s gone off the grid, and we’ve been searching for him ever since. He’s a fucking liability right now.” Nero exchanges a look with me and Orion, his jaw clenched. “A liability? What the fuck does that mean?” Orion lets out a frustrated sigh. “This just keeps getting better.” “It means my son’s headed in a direction that’s going to get him killed if he doesn’t get his head out of his ass,” Arkyn spits, his anger evident. “He’s obsessed with building power, amassing an army. He’s only eighteen, but he thinks he’s invincible because of his bloodline. Fenriz and Kai … he thinks he’s some kind of god because of who his grandfathers were.”

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

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..."

The Lycan Enforcer~ ~Annabeth’s POV~ The air around me felt heavy, charged with a static electricity that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. I looked at the Lycan Enforcer, Kael, and for a split second, I saw death. He wasn't just a man, he looked like a mountain of muscle, staring at me with the cold, calculating gaze of a predator who had found a new, interesting toy.

Instead, a dark chuckle slipped past his lips, taunting me. “Liar!” He roared, slamming me into the wall once again. I was blinded by the pain, the walls cracking against his pure strength. Blood trickled from my temple and my chin, my vision hazy, but I could clearly see the gleam of his amber eyes. “The crest of Fenrir is forged from the first flame. It can’t be destroyed by ordinary fire, not even a dragon’s breath can dent it.” He continued, raising me high above the ground.

A blade of pure nothingness caught Fenrir across the chest, carving through his ancient armor as if it were parchment. Fenrir was thrown back, staggering into the gray dust. He collapsed to one knee, coughing up blood—but it wasn't the vibrant red of a living being. It was dark, tainted, and thick with the rot of the void. He looked up at me, his eyes clouded with a pain I had never seen in him. "Seraphina…" he wheezed, his voice a ghost of its former strength. "Its power… it far surpasses anything I held. Even at my peak, I was just a door… this is the room beyond."