Fenrir Realm Novels & Stories

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

He said and Amelia smiled bitterly “This entire forest will be your home and hidden from the rest of the world. When your offspring become seven years of age bring them to my temple to receive my blessings.” Lariempi added before fading away like he never appeared. And with that Amelia became the first Hunter while Lariempi was thereafter known as the Hunter god, up till this very day several Hunters go about killing monsters and supernatural creatures, protecting Human kind from within the shadows. ”

As Serena reached there she saw her brother beckoning her over to where he and the alpha’s son Vante stood. Damon continued discussing about Nagoka pack’s visit with Vante as he watched his little sister walking over to them. He had believed that he won’t be seeing her today. “Will you be training someone today?” Damon asked Serena to confirm if she was here to train someone. Serena gave a respectful nod to Vante as he was the future alpha before continuing to answer her brother. “Yes, I was thinking of training the new young females group, they have no idea how to defend themselves let alone fight, they are in a bad condition. I had to dismiss them after a few runs last time since it was t

Sapphire went stiff in my arms as her eyes flicked to the door. I didn’t let go. Rather, I leaned in again, slower this time, brushing my mouth over hers one last time like a threat. “Go ahead,” I whispered. “Scream now, stepmother. Let them hear how much you want your fucking stepson.”

The guard sneered and hung back in the hall as I strolled cluelessly around. The Blackwolf territory is extremely cold compared to the Whitewolf territory; it was known for its cold climate and plethora of evergreen forests. Although everyone was banned from speaking of the Blackwolf packs, most of the elders of my pack often joked about sending extremely stubborn children to the Blackwolf territory and telling them they were going to freeze to death and the ghosts of the Blackwolf pack were going to haunt them. It worked because most of them changed for the better.

I pushed Fenrir forward and for the first time, he looked nervous. “Tell her..” I nudged him forward. It took a moment before Fenrir told her the recap of his confusing nightmare which she kept silent all through his narration. All she did was nod her head and squint her eyes at him. When he was done, deafening silence befell us. Namilla gaze was neutral then she went into her study, an old shelf of tied-up scrolls. She had old creaked wood labeled in different names under the scrolls such as Dream, poison, time…

“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.