Fenrir Novels & Stories

Feng Shaotian muttered. “Appraisal!” Ding! [SSS Rank Violent Fenrir] Name: Ding Bang Talent: SSS Rank Title: Fenrir Sovereign Skills: Howl of Terror (S), Sacred Flame Swipe(B), Dashing Gale Step (A), Deterrence (SS). Special Ability: Body of the Wind [Howl of Terror(S)] * Have an area of effect in 500x500 meter inflicting fear effect to the enemies within range [Sacred Flame Swipe(B)]

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

“ Ok, so what’d you like to talk to me about? “ I said annoyed after moments of silence. “ Would your pack like to come in and be peaceful or would you like to leave, “ he said seriously. “ What do you mean? This is our territory! “ I fumed “ I don’t want to be like our parents. I would like to propose a new way of handling our little, “ he paused to think, “ disagreement, “ “ You call the werewolves serving your mother’s head on a platter a disagreement? “ one of the bloodsuckers said. Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes went dark. I can’t explain it. It’s like the light reflecting from his eyes had gone. His veins popped out of his pale skin. Ethan grabbed the vamp’s throat. It was more of a threat tha

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

“You cannot exile me. You will be dishonoring the late Alpha. Do you fall short on comprehension?” Fenrir was releasing steam from his nostrils as he held back as much as he could from throwing a punch at the sagging face of the elder, wrinkled and unpleasant like a rat carcass.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

voice sharp and demanding. Leo was already dragging me to the side, his body covering me from whatever was approaching before I could respond. Not relaxing his guard, he snarled, "Who the hell are you?" The visitor turned toward Sebastian instead of responding. "This is over". Sebastian started to darken his eyes. "You have made a serious error," he continued, voice low and menacing. Ignoring him, the stranger moved forward. Their voice icy and relentless, they said, "We'll see about that."

Turns out the prick had been beating them all, his mum, sister and him. I grab us a beer from the refrigerator, handing him one, then I ask how Fen is doing. She is currently pregnant with their first pup. She is polar opposite to Trent, little and quiet, born an Omega she is so submissive sometimes Trent gets annoyed. He once told me she thought he would reject her for having no rank. That really got to him; he's not the type to care for any of that. He loves his mate and is not afraid to show her or others, I feel slight envy at times but hopefully soon I will be the same. This thought has my wolf purring as I think of my little mate.

It was none other than Fenrir, a legendary werewolf whose strength and brutality were known throughout the supernatural realm. Aphelion's eyes narrowed at the sight, his grip tightening around his dagger. "Fenrir, what do you want?" he growled. Fenrir's voice reverberated with an unsettling mix of authority and menace. "Aphelion, it seems I have underestimated your allegiance," he sneered. "But you have no idea what lies beneath the surface. Your past deeds have brought about this convergence, and now, my power shall be unleashed."

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.