Fenrir Powers Novels & Stories

They were the strongest beings on the planet. Fen, the Supreme God Destroyer and leader of the Rogue Werewolf Pack was a towering figure of pure power and menace. His eyes glowed with a feral hunger, and his fangs gleamed in the moonlight. His six most powerful commanders were each master of their unique abilities, making them a force to be reckoned with. Fen, the leader of this pack of deadly predators, was the most powerful of all. He could manipulate gravity itself, bending it to his will to create crushes and ruptures in the earth, or to launch himself and his minions through the air at incredible speeds.

Meanwhile, Nyx was getting worried, and Juno and Knox were equally concerned. Juno said gravely, "Fenrir was one of the most powerful beings ever born into this world. I think it's too risky, and you can't afford to suffer any mishaps right now. Plus, he was also tainted by the blood of the Vampire Queen. She's without a doubt the most terrifying existence in this world. I strongly urge you, even if Knox gets upset with me for saying this, don't try it." Nyx did not say anything, just shook her head firmly.

Oh goddess, he was delicious. I made my way to the table and sat in the empty chair next to Serena. I could barely look at him, now that I was so close. Glancing at Serena, I saw a little smirk. She knew exactly what I was thinking. His power washed over me and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. He was looking at me, he desired me. When I finally managed to look at him, I recognized him. Duncan Stanford, Fenrir. Classified as a terrorist by humans, but a hero to supernaturals. On par with me as ‘The Phantom’ in the eyes of the government. My comrade in arms, as it were.

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.

But it makes sense to us. I am Fenrir, the God of Hell, the Harbinger of Death. My werewolf abilities are not limited to one form, as I can shift into a Lycan or a combination of the two, making me a powerful force to be reckoned with. Like my sister, I have magical abilities. “Do you fancy going on a brief trip to see our niece?” I ask, and Theo chuckles.

With no one being able to match their power then the world would easily meet its end without a doubt. “Weak! Weak! Weak! None of you will ever have the capability to ever defeat me! Such puny creatures. Why don’t we have a dance… Odagaia?” Fenrir said as he walked above the bloody body of everyone. She glared at him, tearing up the lower part of her long white dress. It revealed her long pale looking legs filled with scar marks. “You monster!” She screamed.

Fenrir, king of the werewolves and the special child, had fought a mysterious battle that till today nobody knows who won. “He’s not just an Alpha, Cara,” Julia continued. “He’s something far more dangerous. The bloodline of Fenrir carries with it immense power, power that has been passed down through the generations. And this Master… he’s the culmination of that power. He’s cunning, ruthless, and unrelenting. For years, he has sought to bring the Cupbearers under his control. And now, that the news of the pureblood has spread, he’s after you.” “Me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

I told him with a smirk. He seemed shocked that I did not confess to him but quickly regained himself. “Stop playing with me and tell me your plans. We can work together, your attitude will not take you anywhere.” Fenrir said, making me laugh. “I do not know what you are talking about!” I said angrily. I tried to use my powers to suppress his words but it bounced back and came to me. I was pushed to the wall by my power. “You jerk!” I seeth angrily and walked up to him.

Fenrir shouted on the top of his voice and I sighed angrily. I was trying my best but I knew that it wasn’t enough… it could never be enough as I saw what he can without even turning. His human side is itself a beast and I don’t know what he’ll be when he’ll turn. “Exactly, he’s a Lycan, how can I beat him when I haven’t turned yet. How will I end his life without turning into a werewolf?” I asked while kicking the stubborn tyre twice my weight. Fenrir kept on looking at me as if was thinking something, I couldn’t understand his sudden reaction and ignored him while trying to lift the heavy asshole. I yelled loudly getting irritated from the sunlight burying deep into my eyes.

Fenrir asked. “He is a rogue, he kept attacking my former pack and I lost my sister in his hands,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Oh, I apologize for your loss then,” Fenrir said. I felt a weird feeling inside of me. All I know, Fenrir was a cold and ruthless killer. He is the most feared and powerful alpha in the whole of the land. And now, he is apologizing to me? Why is that? But something in me warned me to be careful, beneath his handsome face and kind words lies a cold-blooded killer.