Fenrir Novels & Stories

That memory alone kept me from surrendering to the darkness. "Ronan is a tether to a world that will eventually hunt you down and destroy you," Fenrir snarled, his words dripping with venom and something that might have been twisted concern, as if he genuinely believed he was protecting me. He clapped his massive hands together, and the ground beneath me erupted. Jagged spires of obsidian rock shot upward, seeking to impale me like a specimen pinned to a board, like a butterfly mounted for display.

I choke out as I wipe my tears, he shake his head and I know I’m well and truly fucked. “Mia, it doesn’t matter who you tell. You are in our world. I am known in the human world. Have you heard of someone called Fenrir?” I look at him and search for my memories. The name sounds familiar. It hits me Fenrir is the hound of Hell. My head turns to look at him and I nod my head, hoping I’m wrong and that his parents like theatrics. “What do you know about him?” he asks and I look down and fidget with my fingers and bite my lower lip until I taste the metallic taste of blood.

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.

He kissed me with hungry violence, biting my lower lip until our blood mingled once more—then released me and strode to the pit’s edge. "One moment, insolent whelp," Fenrir’s cold voice cut from the ceremonial dais. The white colossus did not leap at once. With terrifying agility for his bulk, he leaned over the bone bier where the children waited. Before my wings could close the distance, the Patriarch’s claw brushed Valen’s outstretched hand. A single drop of golden‑scarlet blood welled from the newborn’s palm. Fenrir caught it on the tip of his fossil tongue and spat it with ritual precision upon the central rune of the comba

" I can tell he's planning to fix broken consciousness. He doesn't mention that the process requires him to temporarily absorb feral instinct, making him exponentially more dangerous before the transformation. Fenrir will be the most powerful and unstable ever for three months." "Can you stop him inside the void?" "Through the bond," Elena's frozen consciousness asked. "No," Santiago said. "After 3,000 years, he knows this place better than I. Baby Katerina and I can slow him down, but we can't stop him." Fenrir apparently enjoyed their conversation, which he could monitor through Catherine. "Santiago is right about temporary in

ELARA “You've killed her! You killed the one person who could…” Dexter’s eyes widened crazily as he turned to Fenrir. “You've taken my property away from me.” He screamed in rage, grabbing a small silver knife from his medical tray and lunging straight toward Fenrir. "You have taken my property…” Fenrir simply stared at him displaying madness. He didn't even need to change into his wolf form to deal with a human. Before Dexter could get to him, he got to him first by catching the scientist's wrist with one hand, and snapping it.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

I grinned as I let my true scent sniff by the last were-rogue. I can tell she’s a girl due to her stand, her size smaller than them, and her voice. She sniffs the air and closes her almost dilated red eyes while drooling sticky saliva. “Playtime…” I coldly said as I get one of my personalized sterling silver daggers. Its handle design with ancient carves with a black diamond rune at the center. While the silver blade has a small skull with the letter “D” on its forehead. It’s my signature as a well-known werewolf hunter feared by them.

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

Two fingers together under her nose and her eyes just looking past Kenji. “No we didn’t” Sachi replied reluctantly. Kenji smirked. “There was no need to do that. The guy is Takashi Fujiwara and he has no relationship with any other gang and the girl is…… “Then where has he been all this while?” Kenji asked. “That is a good question Sachi” Megumi said looking up at her. “And the girl? What’s her name?” “Geiru” Sachi replied. “Yeah. Did you run a background check on her?” Megumi asked.