Fenrir Novels & Stories

The seeds of chaos, carefully cultivated and patiently nurtured, had been sown, and now, it was time to reap the bloody harvest. "My Lord," Fenrir, a towering figure of muscle and bone with a jagged scar that bisected his left eye, knelt before Ryker. His massive frame casting a long, ominous shadow across the chamber. His intimidating presence filled the room, a stark testament to his brute through years of bloodshed and shared ambition. "You summoned us, My Lord?"

His frown grows even deeper when he drags his gaze down to the words written below the drawing—the Fenrir wolf. The name alone feels heavy and dangerous on Kieran’s tongue, like saying it out loud would invite trouble. Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?”

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

“Enough with that, Al. No one’s watching. You can drop the honorifics.” Alaric watched Fenrir with the same scrutiny he would observe an enemy. He could never quite understand what the man was thinking or read into his next move. He’d always found Fenrir to be likened to a black canvas with red and white paint drops on its lower edge. Much like an intricate painting with a message too large for the mind to fully understand or decode. Fenrir was and always had been different from them all. Alaric wouldn’t be surprised if it was discovered that he was from a different plane that outdated all three w

I say to him as I move closer to him. Selene placed that barrier as a fail-safe when she exiled Fen back there when he waged war to get to Gaia when she was a newborn. He became feral, needing the power of his daughter. The harbinger became unstable. The heads of the Supernatural Council were called in to fight. It took Asteria to be able to get him to yield, no-one else was strong enough to take him on and win. That is why Asteria is the strongest of all the shifters. Fenrir may be the most feared in the world, but I’m not scared of him. No, he needs to go and stop her.

It was clear that this was no ordinary dance battle; this was a showdown of colossal proportions. In the midst of this electrifying confrontation, a shadowy figure known as Fenrir lurked. He observed the brewing storm of competition with a keen interest, knowing that what was about to unfold was nothing short of a spectacle. In a subtle attempt to bolster Derek's courage, Fenrir stepped up behind him and began massaging Derek's tense shoulders. "Listen to me, dude," Fenrir whispered, his voice a mixture of encouragement and caution, "whatever you do, don't be afraid to back down."

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the trees, and Ana felt a surge of alarm as a massive, hulking figure emerged from the shadows. "Greetings, Ana," a deep, rumbling voice boomed, its tone laced with a predatory edge. "I've been expecting you." Ana's eyes widened as she recognized the creature – Fenrir, the ancient and primal guardian of the Blackwood, his features now twisted and corrupted by Damian's dark influence. "Fenrir," she breathed, her voice laced with a mixture of awe and dread. The creature's lips curled into a twisted smile, and Ana felt a shiver of fear run down her spine.

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.

Who the fuck is this bastard. ‘Who is this jackass Duron?’ I link him and hope he has a clear enough head to respond as he can see the damage he is causing. ‘Fenrir son of Loki the god of mischief.’ Duron links back, growling. Great this asshole comes from the gods. Cyrus

I close my eyes, lean in, trying to get it over with quickly. My nose brushed her skin, and everything went wrong. Her scent hit my nose, artificial, and wrong. Fenir doesn't move, “no.” He explodes. The words aren't mine. It tears through my throat as my body locks mid motion, my fingers curl as my claws come out, tearing through my leather gloves. Inside me Fenir rises, my instinct and force very furious, not ours he growls out. Fenrir doesn't even regard her as a human. He sees an intruder.. A threat trying to take what's not even hers.