Fenrir Realm Novels & Stories

“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 Alaric wouldn’t be surprised if it was discovered that he was from a different plane that outdated all three worlds.

Mili spoke. An ominous mana surrounded her childish body, it was terrifying that Lyon and Odagaia felt shivers when they looked at her. Fenrir on the other hand felt a familiar presence lingering near his place, his head wandered around surveying the area but he couldn’t find where it was coming from. “Are you challenging me?” “Yes” Fenrir took a deep breath and gave out a sigh. He snapped his fingers. It was a snap that would allow everyone to hear the conversation he was having with Mili, but its range would only be inside the Forest of Gluttire.

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.

I choke out as I wipe my tears, he shake his head and I know I’m well and truly fucked. “Mia, it doesn’t matter who you tell. You are in our world. I am known in the human world. Have you heard of someone called Fenrir?” I look at him and search for my memories. The name sounds familiar. It hits me Fenrir is the hound of Hell. My head turns to look at him and I nod my head, hoping I’m wrong and that his parents like theatrics. “What do you know about him?” he asks and I look down and fidget with my fingers and bite my lower lip until I taste the metallic taste of blood.

Fenrir's POV I opened my eyes to a dark room, without a single streak of light. " Zeev?" I called as I began to get fearful, the dreadful memories of the dark traumatised me and I began to shake violently. " No one is going to come to save you Fenrir, not your Alpha Zeev nor your maid, you're all alone here, " the voice in the dark spoke up again. I made no sound and waited to hear more words from him, trying to concentrate on his heartbeat to be a human or a wolf.

She lifts her head to look at me and then smiles sadly. Aren't Blue Moon and Mystic Shadow best friends? Then why is Alpha Conan rejecting this decision? "It is not me who's seeking personal vendetta here, Alpha Conan. It is you who cannot overcome a fact that an orphan like me who didn't know who his parents were, who was blindly living on breadcrumbs his entire life, is standing here claiming to be the Prince of Wolves and asking for allegiance," speaks Fenris calmly without even a hint of emotion. Only the slight tightening of his fingers on my waist tells me that he's agitated.

I stand on the realm bridge watching as the chaos ensues in the sea below. The sea of dreams is lighting up in orange smoke. There is barely a spot that's midnight blue anymore. Klara used to tell me about a time. A time when there was peace. A time when mortals could go to sleep and wake up the next day. With the Goddesses on the constant hunt for Rizor. The realms are left in constant chaos each passing day. The elders were selected by the moon goddess to watch over the night realm in her absence. The elders are more powerful than average jumpers. They are responsible for the training and the matching of jumpers.

He brought the glass to his lips, watching me over the rim with a dangerous glint in his eyes. I felt my throat go dry for reasons that had nothing to do with the alcohol. I took a deep breath and opened the book in front of me, looking for distraction. But the words I found only deepened the weight of his presence beside me. Fenrir was not an ordinary wolf. Unlike the common Lupine souls that emerged with the first transformation, Fenrir was an ancestral entity, a primitive and voracious spirit whose essence could only manifest through a worthy vessel. To house Fenrir, the chosen one needed to possess an unbreakable soul and a body capable of withstanding the fury of a predator that had exi

James replied, “You’ll get used to it.” “Let’s go.” Henrik and James left the Demon Realm and went to the Fiend Realm. The Fiend Realm was one of the major realms and had Three Dimensions. The vast majority of those living within the Fiend Realm were of the Fiend Race. However, there were a few exceptions, and some humans lived there too. The Fiend Realm’s ruler was the Supreme Fiend Lord.