Fenrir Novels & Stories

I looked up, gasping for air that felt like needles, and saw the transformation. Fenris wasn't a man anymore. He was a mountain of white, spectral fur and jagged bone, standing thirty feet tall on the roof of the Spire. His eyes were two dying stars, and every breath he took exhaled a frost that turned the obsidian floor into brittle glass. He was the Winter of the Rift, the primal predator that the Spires had been built to keep at bay. "Julian... why?" Dante’s voice was a broken whisper. He was slumped against the ruined conductor, his tattoos flickering a weak, dying bronze.

The line picked up after a single ring. "Uncle," a deep, cold voice answered. It was Fenrir Vane. My nephew was the brutal enforcer and star defenseman of the Ironclaw Titans. At two hundred and forty pounds of pure, terrifying muscle, Fenrir was famous throughout the entire league for his scary, violent playstyle. He was a monster on skates. He did not care about sportsmanship, league rules, or heavy fines; he took a savage, primitive pleasure in breaking smaller players. He was exactly the kind of weapon I needed to solve this problem.

"If I hadn't secretly shattered the falling boulders of that avalanche five years ago, you would have been nothing but minced meat. You still think you were the one who saved me to this day?" "What?!" Kyle collapsed flat to the floor. Just then, a tall figure stepped out from behind me and placed himself between us. Fenrir. The most powerful God of War of the North, and also my fiancé. He wore heavy silver armor and looked coldly at Kyle on the ground. The murderous intent pouring off him was so terrifying that Kyle lost control of his bladder on the spot. "This is the piece of trash that made you waste five years?" Fenrir's voi

I pondered. Slowly, I turned back to see the man who had met me in the kitchen. He was staring at me with those dark soulful eyes. But why did the man call him alpha? I asked myself. He can't be Giovanni, right? As the realization began to sink into me, my eyes widened. "Y-your w-water…" I stammered. "Take it back. I don't need it anymore" He spoke with eyes staring intensely into mine. I stood there staring at him, unable to form a single word. My subconscious kept on screaming that the man I'd been referring to as a sexy giant was the alpha, Giovanni.

I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors. Each woman steps forward with their dove-colored wings extended and flaming swords held tightly between their fists. War’s eyes, armor and sword, are the color of crimson. Deaths are black, and Pestilence’s glow neon green. I smile at each woman. “War, Death, Pestilence. It has been a long time.” They each give me a respectful bow keeping their swords at their sides. War steps forward and looks me over, “Estamos aqui para tu servicio, hermana.” We are here at your service, sister.

If only his gaze didn’t look so harsh, but he’d been through a lot that was easy to tell. Fenrir watched her work. She didn’t give off anything that would say she was going to do something. That she was deceitful, and it made him just as tense as if she did smell that way. He memorized her scent, peach like and soft. He’d be able to pick her out of a crowd easily. He had a couple choices before him, and it all had to do with the removal of the sword in his mouth. Either he had her remove it and she would be the owner of it, holding the weapon that could bind him with the chains once more. Or he could wait for Surt to find him and that would be the start of the

Out. Mine. Me. Andrea Bonani. Who the hell does this stronzo think he is? "I'm Henri," he tells me matter-of-factly. Ha? "Forgive me. I was dazzled by your beauty. You are a true apparition." Did Stronzo hit his head or something?

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

“Oi Fenrir, come here!” I summoned Fenrir who was commanding all the wolf troops. Alpha and Segawon bow to him because he is the real leader. Fenrir is a hybrid creature from a cross between a werewolf and a lighting wolf. Not only was he crossed, he was also the result of the crazy Professor's research trials. There are 2 hybrid creatures that survive and it just so happens that a boy and a girl, it is the result of their marriage that eventually becomes Selen.

"Why are you acting so strangely? It's fine if you don't want to talk, but stop pretending to be someone else!" "I am a different person!" Fenrir, or Draca, whoever he was at that moment, yelled at me. "I've already told you that I'm not him. I wanted to talk to you, but you're making it difficult for me, and I hate it!" He gritted his teeth and pointed his finger at me. "I wish I had a way to show you who I truly am," he muttered, but then his expression shifted, and he started smiling. "I could... fuck you right now and make you scream my name, so you..."