Fenrir Realm Novels & Stories

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.”

“He’s becoming too focused on her.” Elias raised a brow slightly. “Jealous?” “No.” Rowan’s answer came immediately. “Concerned.” That surprised Elias enough to show briefly across his face. “Fenrir doesn’t do well when things stop making sense to him,” Rowan continued. “And Aurelia clearly doesn’t fit into the way he understands the world.” “That sounds oddly philosophical for you.” Rowan ignored the comment. “He grew up believing humans were weak,” he said instead. “Simple. Fragile. Easy to understand.” His gaze lifted toward Elias again. “Aurelia challenges every one of those beliefs without even trying to.”

"I can restore order and strength to the Lycan realm and finally the throne will be mine, and you, my most trusted alliance, will be the highest amongst all guards." Fenrir grinned, a flash of jagged teeth in the flickering light of the torches that lined the chamber walls. He looked up at Ryker, his one good eye burning with a mixture of anticipation and bloodlust. But then, a flicker of doubt crossed his face, clouding his enthusiasm and his grin faltered. "But the Lycan realm isn't so easily seized, My Lord." He said, his voice a low rumble, heavy with caution. "The Lycan may be absent but surely he had left capable guards and powerful warriors to defend the palace. It won't be a walk in

Richmond Park was dark and gloomy, lit by the distant group of people in tents. Fenrir raised a hand and opened a five-foot-wide portal that led to the same marble hallway I had infiltrated with Ophois. My brows pulled together, and I was about to ask a question when he glanced in the direction of the distant humans and ushered us inside. Griff and I stepped in first, followed by Fenrir, and the portal behind us closed. “Can you make openings into any dimension of Hell?” I asked. Fenrir shook his head. “Only the Sixth, because it was my prison for two-thousand years.”

I close my eyes, lean in, trying to get it over with quickly. My nose brushed her skin, and everything went wrong. Her scent hit my nose, artificial, and wrong. Fenir doesn't move, “no.” He explodes. The words aren't mine. It tears through my throat as my body locks mid motion, my fingers curl as my claws come out, tearing through my leather gloves. Inside me Fenir rises, my instinct and force very furious, not ours he growls out. Fenrir doesn't even regard her as a human. He sees an intruder.. A threat trying to take what's not even hers.

I say to him as I move closer to him. Selene placed that barrier as a fail-safe when she exiled Fen back there when he waged war to get to Gaia when she was a newborn. He became feral, needing the power of his daughter. The harbinger became unstable. The heads of the Supernatural Council were called in to fight. It took Asteria to be able to get him to yield, no-one else was strong enough to take him on and win. That is why Asteria is the strongest of all the shifters. Fenrir may be the most feared in the world, but I’m not scared of him. No, he needs to go and stop her.

It was none other than Fenrir, a legendary werewolf whose strength and brutality were known throughout the supernatural realm. Aphelion's eyes narrowed at the sight, his grip tightening around his dagger. "Fenrir, what do you want?" he growled. Fenrir's voice reverberated with an unsettling mix of authority and menace. "Aphelion, it seems I have underestimated your allegiance," he sneered. "But you have no idea what lies beneath the surface. Your past deeds have brought about this convergence, and now, my power shall be unleashed."

For now, he would simply give her all the care and love he and Lev could—until she learned to see them as her parents. She'll get used to it soon, he thought, a faint smile softening his face. ------ An aircraft descended silently onto a private planet Fenris, the capital planet of the Royal Fenrir Empire. It was a sanctuary reserved only for the Fenrir bloodline, now reduced to a single living heir whose beast had long lain dormant. As the hatch opened, Alaric was greeted by a handful of attendants bowing deeply—servants who had served the Fenrir line for millennia.

" I can tell he's planning to fix broken consciousness. He doesn't mention that the process requires him to temporarily absorb feral instinct, making him exponentially more dangerous before the transformation. Fenrir will be the most powerful and unstable ever for three months." "Can you stop him inside the void?" "Through the bond," Elena's frozen consciousness asked. "No," Santiago said. "After 3,000 years, he knows this place better than I. Baby Katerina and I can slow him down, but we can't stop him." Fenrir apparently enjoyed their conversation, which he could monitor through Catherine. "Santiago is right about temporary instability," Fenrir said. "While absorbing and processing feral c