Fenrir Realm Novels & Stories

Erica floating undauntedly just in front of him. And then, she began her narration. "In the beginning, there was darkness. But after sacrifices of time, effort and energy, the universes were created. Man was gifted monsters, the powers to defeat them, and the subtle gift of intuition." She swiped the air like one would do when using a tablet or android, and a different reality appeared. No longer one of pitch-black darkness, but one of something that looked even worse. Blood, pain, hunger and torment. The light was too dim to fully uncover this reality's details but it was audible enough to give your goosebumps, goosebumps. “The creators deemed it fit to try and correct what they felt was a

He shrugged his shoulders. Tazaana is captured by a mage and taken to the realm of mages. Once there, Tazaana was carried by the brown-haired man. Tazaana screamed for release, but the brown-haired man ignored her. At the same time, Tazaana was fascinated by seeing the beauty in the realm of mages because it was far different from the realm of black mist. The realm of mages is more colorful, like the earth, and has daylight but no sun. When Tazaana is brought into a place, it's like a special building for a team. When she got there, the brown-haired man dropped her off. Tazaana looked around. Many people were watching her.

Black eyes are tiny stones that gleam with something dark and predatory stuck within. A hand is suddenly around my neck—cold. A shock of panic is sent through me by icy fingers. I know that the vampire has more strength than he is applying, but I can’t tell how much right away. I only know that if I move the wrong way too quickly, I might regret it. “So this is your queen?” The fanger has a voice that is low and mocking. He savors every moment of directing the conversation as he moves a thumb up my carotid artery in my neck. My pulse throbs painfully under his touch.

The room is chaotic. The harsh clash of steel, growls, and the shattering of furniture create a cacophony that overwhelms my senses. The air is thick with the acrid scent of sweat and fear. The intruders are closing in, their intentions clear. The gravity of the situation is suffocating, and my heart races as I try to stay focused amidst the turmoil. Callum, his eyes ablaze with determination, stands between Raina and the intruders. His muscles tense, and the faintest hint of transformation shimmers across his skin. He’s barely holding back the urge to shift into his wolf form, the primal energy crackling around him.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

As I stormed out of the room, my anger and frustration were boiling over. How could my son, my own flesh and blood, dare to challenge me like that? And Elora, she was a constant reminder of my infidelity, a mistake I couldn't overlook. The thought of her being in my pack, in my territory, made my blood boil.

His presence wasn’t loud, yet no one dared speak while he stood. Dressed in rich royal blue, every inch of him screamed regality, right down to his shining leather shoes. He stood before his pact—his chosen allies—not a pack. Enigmas could not hold other Enigmas in a traditional pack. Instead, they formed Pacts: elite alliances of power forged through synchronized pheromones. A ritual of dominance and mutual respect, where two high-ranking Enigmas bind their aura to others, marking them with a bond deeper than blood.

The fingers wrapping around the sheets were white as the sheets themselves. The healer—whatever her name was—had said that I wouldn’t make full recovery until Lucifer sealed the mate bond. Which meant fucking me. Yeah, Lucifer had to fuck me. Or I had to… whichever way, but I doubted I would be doing any fucking with Lucifer. He was of powerful Alpha blood and I was a weak Omega. The door opened and he walked in, just like he’d done anytime I thought of him. He stalked towards me, all six foot, hard muscles of him. He was wearing only shorts and as much as I wanted to not look, there was nothing I could do.