Fenrir Powers Novels & Stories

“He never wanted the ascension. He just wanted to live in peace with the woman he loved. With his fated mate.” The truth hit him. I saw it in his eyes. Behind the hatred, there was recognition. Guilt. The monster is feeding on cowardice. He wasn’t a threat to you. And yet, you eliminated him, I continued, feeling Fenrir rising to the surface. Because you don’t know what to do when someone chooses love over power. My body began to change. Fenrir’s aura merged with mine. My fangs lengthened. My claws extended. My skin stretched as the inner heat burned beneath the flesh. My eyes blazed blood-red.

It then dawned on everyone that Miren can only be used if you have poison inside your body, and if you don't, it will create its poison and kill the person. Christopher Fangs recreated these poisons and used them to massacre his brother’s family and as well as their father. But before he could kill the Young Lester Fangs who witnessed everything, someone was able to save him, and after that, Christopher Fangs had fallen, no remains were found, he was either hiding or dead. “Y-you! Stop! I'm not that bastard’s son!” Naster almost went mad after Nicholas flashed a mocking smile at him before continuing. “Did this man promise you power? Well, you all are fools, under my rule and my power, no on

' Fenrir covers his ears and shuts his eyes not being able to bear the sight of this anymore. Luna continues to scream so loud that Fenrir can't stand it anymore. 'I have to do something, but I'm too weak to help her. No, I need to help her, I promised that I would even if it costs me my life.' As Fenrir opens his eyes a surge of energy flows through his body like a raging fire. Seeing what they are doing to Luna angers him even more, and out of that anger, he is able to draw more energy out. Fire forms, engulfing his body in a blanket of fire born from pure rage. 'This is it. This is the power I need to save her. I feel like I could do anything with this power.'

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.

she demanded, her voice surprisingly steady. Fenrir's gaze turned to her, and Ana felt a shiver of unease as she saw the raw power that radiated from the creature's form. "I want the power that flows through your son, Ana," Fenrir said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I will take it, by force if necessary." Ana felt a surge of determination, and she stepped forward, her expression resolute. "Over my dead body," she growled, her voice laced with a hint of defiance.

Kaelen's grip on my hands was the only thing keeping me from dissolving into the ether, but I could feel him trembling too, his own silver energy sputtering as the shield reached its breaking point. "Seraphina! Hold on!" Fenrir's voice was a ragged shout that barely pierced the void-hush. He was a nightmare of silver and shadow now. Fenrir had exhausted his last trace of ancient power, throwing himself into the gap to intercept the swarming void minion tide. He was a lone sentinel against a thousand faceless horrors, his body covered in weeping, corrupted void wounds that glowed with a sickly gray light. Every movement he made seemed to cost him a piece of his soul, but he fought on, his cla

Mike took a few minutes to finally give me and answer, one that knocked me off my axis "Fenris or as he was once called Fenrir is the son of Loki and Angrboda. Loki possesses many powers some we will never know fully because you cannot believe a word that comes out of the tricksters mouth, but I can tell you he passed down a handful to Fenris such as astral projection, shape-shifting, hypnosis, molecular rearrangement, energy blasts, levitating, conjuration, cytokinesis, telekinesis and teleportation. Now that's just from his father, nobody knows what he inherited from his mother but what I can tell you is she was a dark forest witch one who favored the shadows" "I can tell you though Connor

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)]

“I know I am a failed project. A necessary sacrifice for the greater good. Our hounds are weak, but now he knows our flaws. And through our deaths, he will perfect us. He will improve us. He will make us stronger until we surpass your weak army.” A deranged cackle bubbles from the second captive, his voice splitting into high-pitched hysteria. Then the first one snarls, spittle flying from his lips, “You have no army without that woman!” His eyes gleam with cruel satisfaction. “You will remain NOTHING without your mate!” Something inside me snaps. Fenrir surges forward like an earthquake breaking free beneath my skin, his rage a violent storm. My body trembles, my vision narrowing to pure, u

“You can still mind-link Franklin. Call for help.” I almost laughed. It was a bitter, broken thing. “What’s the point?” I rasped internally. “By the time he gets here, I’ll already be dead.” Fenrir snarled in frustration, his rage crackling through my fading consciousness like a dying flame desperate to reignite. “Weak,” he spat. “Insignificant. Pathetic excuse for a male.” His fury coiled tight, surging forward like a tidal wave. “Enough of this. I'm taking over.”